His voice was deep and smooth as silk. Draped in heavy, chunky gold and diamond jewellery, he designed and made himself. All gone now. He was loved by all, especially me. Dad worked in Hatton Garden when I was young and he used to take me to work with him. I adored my Dad. When we were growing up he used to play the guitar for us and recite poetry he had learned from school. Dad and I were inseparable back then. When did it change? When did it change back?