Three years ago we got a call. A call that we were far from ready to receive, but the phone rang anyway and our lives were about to change forever. The call was to tell us that dad had collapsed and that it didn’t look good. We hurriedly threw what we thought to be necessities in a bag and drove down to Stanthorpe.  It is usually a very long drive at the best of times, but that day the drive seemed much longer. As we reached Warrick the phone rang again.  This time it was my brother letting me know that dad had passed.   I had missed the opportunity…