Few events...

...affect my emotions. Very few. This was different. I have recently had the misfortune to attend the funeral of my grandfather-in-law. He was quite possible the nicest person on the planet, and the world is a poorer place for his leaving. Eventually, cancer did what the second world war could not. Jack was a gentleman. And everyone liked him. Everyone. Of course, his family, and the medical teams, carers, hospice staff, paperboy. Everyone. I seem to have lost what little knack for literacy I had... but I think I'm getting the point across. You know a Jack. Someone you like, unconditionally. Not for what they can do for you, or what you can do for them, but purely because its a pleasure to be in their presence.

All the best.