What my dad did was this, he would as a consultant in Manchester Water and

Infirmary and he would come home from work at about 5.30 or 6 p.m. in the evening. Then he'd go in the kitchen, my mom would give him dinner. Then he'd go

upstairs, he would shave, he'd come downstairs and a car would pick him up at 7 p.m. He'd out in that car all night he would be doing GP house calls

maybe 50 55 house calls during the night all around Manchester he'd arrive back at home at

7 a.m again he'd arrived back at home at 7 a.m.

Again, he'd come in, have breakfast, go upstairs and shave, then drive 40 minutes into Manchester

and do his day job. So he did this for 30 years. My dad only slept for three nights a week for 30 years. Four nights, he was

out working in a car. This is why there is no doubt in my mind like this is why at the age of 57-58 my dad got sick.

Chronic sleep deprivation, chronic stress leads to him getting the autoimmune disease lupus.

Dad's work killed him.

I know that.

That then influenced my mom's life, my adult life, my brother's adult life. I don't help her only resentment against my dad. I love my dad.

I'm glad I cared for him so much, especially now that he's not here. I know there's nothing

more I could have done. I got to spend so much time with him in his

final years and I cherish that because he's not here anymore. But the point is that

my dad, he made the mistake, I think, he had reasons for this. I don't know what it's like

to leave my friends and my family, move halfway across the world to a different country,

with a different culture and a different language and start a new life.

I don't know what that feels like, but on the outside things look great.

They're a consultant. We go on a nice holiday every summer. My brother and I have a nice education. I never see my dad.

Dad's not around. Dad's working. He made this big mistake that many of us make, which is he confused success with happiness.

Dad got success, but he wasn't happy.

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