He hated cardigans, political correctness and marzipan.
He loved food, The Beatles and GTA.
His life had not always been easy - whose is?
The first and the last ten years had been best, adding some kind of symmetry to what was often an unhappy, rather chaotic and unstable drifting through time and space in the 20 years that lay in between.
Today, it is a year since I came home from work late on that Thursday afternoon and found him dead on the floor in our living room.
One year already.
I have not forgotten.