Mike In church we met, he asked my name, from that day a great friend he became. Such a heart of gold, solid and fun, so caring, so kind so proud of his son. Three daughters he adored, brought flowers and whilst choosing, would spend hours and hours. A ticket he would give to listen to him sing, his love of poetry of Hopkins his poem Spring. His love of music was his thing and then again, books and calligraphy creating with his pen. His Creed meant much and often spoke about, the Homily and what it meant, quietly devout. He talked of work and life at University, later aboard, oh the man's diversity. Politics and sport was apart of him, at times I'd differ and never at the gym. Many miles he could walk within one day, or swim until he almost floated away. His friends, his meals, his visits, his trips, I thank God we met and his great friendship. God bless Mike. MHT.