I have so many memories of Paul when we were growing up. Of the sweet, caring boy that he was. He was always on the lookout for me as a small child, just 3 years older than me, because I was a bit of a Tom Boy. By contrast, as we grew older the tables turned and I was on the lookout for him. He was a shy, reserved teenager. But he became a sweet, caring man and spent his life in the service of others, through his involvement in the Labour Party, as a School Governor and for simply being the good friend he was to many. As I sat holding Paul’s hand during his final hours, on the eve of his 72nd birthday, the words of a favourite Hymn came to mind. “From life’s first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny.” May that be true for you my dearest brother. Your loving sister, Pam