Keep expecting to hear you next door. If you were in the garden or anywhere in the village you always made sure you stopped and asked how I was. It's weird knowing you wont be asking me to cook burgers for you when I have the bbq going or standing by my front door in your dressing gown and asking me to dry your clothes because you reckoned my dryer was quicker than your mum's. It was a pleasure to watch you grow into a fantastic young man and father. R.i.p Aled you will be missed by all.