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When I think of Uncle Roger, the unshakeable image I have of him is a man with a permanent smile, or at least a smile poised to break out at any moment. His eyes are twinkling with affection, or with amusement at the audacity of the impossible task he is about to undertake – and in anticipation of our incredulity! He is wearing a pinkish coral coloured shirt – as its summer – and he bustles with positive energy and the possibility of what can be achieved. It seemed to me that Roger was always patient, endlessly good humoured and kind. He made the world a better, more tolerant and far more interesting place for us all and i can’t believe that he has gone. I know I will think of him very fondly for the rest of my life.