This is my friend Glyn. He was born on 3rd January,
1959 and died on 24th February, 1998. He went out to post a letter and never came back. We had been friends and lovers for 18 years. We laughed and cried, we shouted; but most of all we loved - not just each
other, but life. He was struck down by a massive heart attack, I think brought on by overwork (his Capricorn nature would never let him relinquish the semblance of excellence), booze, and tobacco.
He gave up smoking
for 42 days from 11th April 1994, resuming because of "stress". He is buried in the churchyard at Eyam , Derbyshire; the village where he was born. I still love and mourn him. He was spiky at times, but essentially
he was a lovely man.