I have been asked by one of Nemo's wife's dearest friends to start sending memories of Nemo, particularly later in the year. And of course I will. How could I not? It's for her, but it's also for his children. It's especially for his children.

But it's a strange thing; my memories of him are tied into the memories of my life and my family. They'll be filtered. They'll be him, his essence, by altered by this. But maybe this isn't so bad; my father had a great impact on Nemo, just as my father had a great impact on me.

The first thing I'll tell his wife is that purely by his very existence Nemo made my life less lonely.