The first and only photo I took today, on my way to work this morning.

I was then called home as my sort of brother-in-law Trevor was in the final throes of his battle with cancer.
363 days ago he went to see his doctor because of the trouble he was having eating solid food. The diagnosis of oesophageal cancer followed within a fortnight.

Trevor managed to hold on long enough today so that his son could see him when he returned home from high school. He was fifty one.
He died peacefully at home with his family around him.
No more pain, only peace.

I'm off to drink a beer in his memory.