It doesn't get any easier, does it? Nine years on, and the memories of those years at Priory Boys' Grammar are etched in my mind. O, how we laughed! O, how we cried. You excelled in maths and the sciences (and German!), but I kept the edge in English and French (and Latin, because you didn't take it!) And all those Saturday mornings with the Shropshire Schools' Symphony Orchestra - I was a second-rate oboist while you were a stellar violinist. You specialised in music, I in drama. You headed for music college, I for drama school. You joined the BBC, I joined the RSC. Our careers came to unforeseen junctions, and our paths never crossed. Although your life was snuffed out, your spirit lives on. You touched my life in ways I never realised at the time. I'm only sorry I never kept in touch.