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Roger Ward
June 14, 2019
When my mother and brother dropped me and my trunk at 144 Burley Road to start life at Leeds University, I had little idea what to expect. This was to be my first time away from home, my first experience of lodgings and my first acquaintance with the north of England. My new landlady was encouraging, saying that Dave would tell me all about it. He was in his second year with her. Dave surpassed all expectations, immediately taking me under his wing, a role he trumpeted to his many friends. He relished being my social mentor. We became the closest of friends, travelling round in his prized old banger labelled Abel Mabel. We went rock climbing in Ilkley, Stanage Edge and Brimham, went to York and Manchester in it, even as far as his home in Elstree and back via my mother`s house in Coventry. We shared a bedroom and many was the night we reminisced over events of the day or week, often laughing ourselves to sleep. He was great company, full of life and ideas, earthy and honest, funny and kind, sometimes quite sensitive. He made my first year at university in Leeds a pleasure. He said I liked reminiscing. Evidently, I still do. Thinking of Dave stirs many happy memories. We were special friends.
At the end of his second year he went into hall with Peter, our other room mate who also studied engineering, to concentrate on his final exams. Regrettably, I saw less of him and even less when he struck up with Helen. He left university and went to work, I believe, in Corby. I had another year in Leeds and then pursued further studies in London. We were out of contact until I received an invitation to his wedding reception. Sadly, that was to be the last time I saw Dave. Only when I spotted his obituary recently with names of his family, was I able to rummage through the instagram photos of Katie and see ones of Dave, that I realised this was my Dave
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