Though I didn’t know it at the time of his funeral Joseph’s was to be the first of three gatherings in as many weeks to say goodbye to loved ones who had succumbed to cancer. So when I imagine Joseph some two months after his passing it is through a mist of emotions. When I think of Joseph and Malcolm my abiding memory is of the quiet dignity of their relationship and the consideration and deep love which they showed for each other. I remember on a couple of occasions talking to Jo and Malcolm when they were apart and it was clear that both often tried to carry a very heavy emotional burden in order to protect the other. Yet it was always clear that they both faced the future head on. I read a book after Malcolm’s mother, Val, died of breast cancer. In it a terminally ill patient finally found the ability to voice her deepest fear – that she would be forgotten. I sat with Joseph a few days before he passed away but I didn’t have the courage to tell him that I wouldn’t forget him and I regret that very much. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to look into the eyes of someone that you adore and know that you are going to have to say goodbye to them. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to have the journey which should have lasted a lifetime cut short within only a few miles of its start. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to leave. The only sense I can make of Joseph’s death is through his life and the memories and influences that are his legacy. Joseph still holds hands with all that he knew and they in turn hold hands with those that they know and in this way he has touched and will touch generations. Joseph made a difference to me and I am grateful to him for it. Colin