I remember rushing to see my uncle before he died. From Bristol to London, I took the bus and while on the phone to my brother who I asked to hold the phone to his ear as he was about to go I just had to tell him I loved him and I thought he was totally hard core for being one of the most soft, gentle beings I’ve ever known and so quiet about his struggles with diabetes that he ended up having both his legs amputated and leaving us so (apparently) suddenly. I felt him listening. I was in floods of tears surrounded by people on the bus on the motorway. And when I arrived to his dead body, I felt his soul still very present. It was all perfect. Thank you so much I was so moved to tears of joy, sadness, regret, realisation…