I think that the measure of a meaningful life is the love that is left behind when they are gone. In my dearest of friends Alan, we feel so lucky to be able to see that measure. A collective outpouring of grief has filled our social media timelines and that has given a great deal of comfort to my wife Jo, & my sister-in-law Beccy. People tend to eulogise about the best possible version of someone at these times and of course, that is exactly how it should always be. But Alan was ALWAYS his best possible version. He never had a bad word to say about anyone, ANYONE! He would never be drawn into gossip or slander. He never sought out the limelight and was never comfortable being the centre of attention. It is no coincidence that the best photos of Alan are the ones that he was totally unaware of. That makes us smile. He always had a glass of wine waiting when I arrived in Manchester each week. It was always topped up to the brim when I neared the bottom of the glass. (Jo and I will always call that a Dad / Alan measure. That also makes us smile). His company kept me going through the dark times and sped me with ease through the good. A brunch before work, or a beer at the Brook afterwards, Man! I am going to miss those times the most. The things that made Alan really happy weren't material, they were his daughters and his grandkids, Koby, Chloe & Belle. We all miss him terribly and although time will heal the hurt, the love he brought into the lives of ANYONE he ever met will never fade. I'll miss you mate.