Family pays tribute to 'amazing dad' after fatal A59 crash
A statement read: "Above all, Adam was an amazing dad who lived for his daughter - every decision he made and every ounce of his effort was for her."His impeccable work ethic was matched only by his unshakable moral fibre; he worked tirelessly to provide for his family and set an example of integrity and dedication."They added Mr Anderson was loyal and dependable, and never hesitated to put others first."We have lost not just a friend, but a father, son, brother and partner," the family said. "A truly extraordinary soul who touched countless lives with his kindness, generosity and larger-than-life heart. "His memory will live on in all of us who were lucky enough to know and love him."North Yorkshire Police has appealed for witnesses to come forward as "a matter of urgency"."There was queuing traffic in the area at the time of the collision, including people travelling towards the Great Yorkshire Show, and officers would like to hear from anyone with information that could assist the investigation," a force spokesperson added.
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