I've been trying to write something coherent about Oggie since his death, but everything seems hopelessly inadequate. I keep thinking of things that I want to talk to him about and then remembering again what happened. He was a genuinely inspiring person - someone who quite without trying made me want to try to do things that were better and more worthwhile, and made me think that most problems were soluble one way or another. There are so many good times I can remeber. I miss him terribly and I don't think I'm ever going understand.