Cleveland, my dear friend, where to begin?  Let’s go back to the beginning – there is no ‘I’ in team, or is there?  If you know, you know.  Formula One, all the way.

From zero to hero – has he ever even been to the States?!  I like the way you think.

The effusive handshake, the knowing glance, the warm smile, the chuckle. The cocked eyebrow,  the raised finger, the sage words.  The charisma. The charm.  The man.

A leader, a mentor, an ally, a confidante.  A rock. 

You will be sorely missed but never forgotten; whenever I feel the sunshine on my face, I will think of you dear friend and I will smile.  That’s a promise.

I will take time to pause, to think, to ‘be more Cleve’. 

Rest in peace my man and see you on the flip side.

Sending love, condolences and thoughts to your family.