At 5.33am on Saturday morning he was found to be dead, by a nurse who two hours earlier had checked on him, found him to be drinking Lucozade (a 'healthy' drink) and making jokes.
I am enormously proud of him.
In the last year of his life he:
(i) clung to life with a tenacity that defied medical opinion
(ii) reconciled himself to those that mattered to him
(iii) allowed those to whom he mattered to engage
That's quite a lot to do in your final year when you are not yet fifty.
As I cuddled his mortal remains at lunchtime on Saturday, I really did know what love is.
Thank you Nick. It's been a privilege.
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