For my father, our dear Pops, who in later years also became my best friend... In life you made colours. That was your job and passion, and from humble lab assistant you rose all the way to the boardroom and beyond. I could not be more proud of you, Pops. But you coloured with more than just paint... You coloured our lives. You made our lives bright, full and hopeful. You made me feel that anything is possible, and for that I am eternally grateful, and blessed. Dad, being your son was a wonder and a privilege. Your influence will always be with me and guide me through my life. Being there in your final moments was the most profound experience I have ever had, and even in your passing you were teaching me so much. I want to thank you, dad, as I did in life and as I did in your last moments, for all those memories. You continue to teach me so much about life, about goodness, about family, and about myself. Rest in peace, Pops. Your son, Chris