I got to know Paul about thirty years ago as he was my daughter’s first serious boyfriend. He impressed our whole family as a gentle, kind and caring soul who always treated her and everyone else with respect. Others have commented on his cowboy boots, black clothes and flowing coat, which is how I will always picture him: and of course the yellow Land Rover which I remember well. I have not seen Paul since that time but have been much moved by his determination to fight and his bravery in the face of his illness. I haven’t met either Tracie or Paul’s family but my heart goes out to you all in the loss of such a lovely man. I hope that the memories of so many people who loved Paul will bring at least a little comfort to you in these dark days.