My memories are of my cousin Marcus are of up the Windy, our local pub. He was often there when I went but never often enough for me. I was drawn to him and adored him. He had such a kind face and twinkling eyes. I would always go and say hello but was very young and would sometimes struggle to know what to talk about. He used to welcome me but not chat much. I remember just loving being in his presence. I always felt very close to him and pray that he will rest in peace.