Dear Andy I’m deeply saddened by the fact that we will not meet again, at least not in this life, but I have to tell you that my spirit was lifted by the poem sent by Kathy, “My Last Ride”, that conjures up a lovely comforting image of you riding off into the sunset with that big smile on your face, saying “Don’t worry. I’m ok”! Even so, I will miss our wide ranging conversations which in the past included subjects such as Pulmonary Fibrosis, Italian motorbikes, road trips around Brecon and Europe, and the relative merits of the Hurricane vs the Spitfire in WW2. Not forgetting your favourite subject “potholes”! I still see that look of disdain on your face at just the mention of potholes! On behalf of the medical students that attended our teaching sessions, I want to thank you.They benefitted immensely from meeting with you. Not only were they impressed by how long you had lived with pulmonary fibrosis but how you lived with it. You were inspirational. They won’t forget you. As for me, I was privileged to be your physician, but more than that, like so many others, I was privileged to have you as my friend. I will miss you. So until we meet again Andy, watch out for those heavenly potholes! John Banks