Where I grew up, a large catholic family moved in two doors down from us and we all became friends, me especially with one boy of my own age, Jimmy. We'd go to football matches and even though he supported a team that makes my stomach retch, we remained firm friends. After a few years though, after lots of discussion, the family went back to a mediterranean island where the mother came from so we lost touch. I'd made some efforts down the years to find Jimmy but all to no avail. I just tracked them down this morning and in doing so, discovered through one of his brothers, that Jimmy died in October last year! I'm very sad about this, as you might imagine.