He was a man of great intelligence with knowledge of so many areas of interest; this was fuelled by a natural curiosity about life and how things worked. This curiosity enabled him to transcend his physical disabilities. I remember several occasions when we had to get out the Atlas to look up where places were and on one occasion the sources of the Rhone and the Saone, after one of my visits to Lyon in France. He was an easy person to visit because he was always very clear about what he wanted. He did not waste time on idle gossip and small talk but preferred more meaningful topics and I always felt I had to be “on my toes” as he disliked inaccuracy and sloppy thinking. He only talked about his condition when asked and I felt that he did not want to be defined by his Parkinsons or the pains he suffered. He simply wanted to be himself. Whenever I visited, he was always busy on the latest project: looking up the Family Tree and placing the photos of relatives he had found in an old album; mending various items, sorting out his paperwork and on one occasion, trying to revive a fruit cake, baked by Rosie some time ago, by the looks of it, with some alcohol! He took an interest in what I was doing and the various places I had travelled to. He was always keen to talk about the trips he had enjoyed so much with Rosie and showed me the photographs of his favourite places. In spite of his physical problems, he was intrepid. Determined not to be house-bound he’d whizz along Bell Common on his scooter, sometimes in the most inclement weather. He was a loyal friend who inspired loyalty in others. This was clearly evidenced by the number of friends and neighbours who visited him and who wanted to help. I visited him because I enjoyed his company and I was inspired by his courage in coping with so many problems, especially after your Mum died. He never once complained about his “lot” in life but simply battled on each day. We often talked about music and remembered the old days when we both sang in a choir in Epping. He was a Family Man who was immensely proud of You, Polly his Grandchildren and of course of your Mum Rosemary, with whom he is now re-united. I am glad to have known your Dad and I am pleased that in spite of the day to day sufferings he had to endure because of his illness, he was spared a lengthy suffering, at the end of his life. I shall miss our chats so much but I can only be pleased that He is now at peace and free of the pain and discomfort he bore so bravely.