A year ago today my brother-in-law was killed in a car-crash. I never, sadly, got to know him very well: separated by many time-zones we met only once. Through my wife’s words about him, however, I carry with me a vividly-painted portrait of a well-loved man.
He is seldom out of his sister’s thoughts: she misses him so.
His wife was three months pregnant with their first child at the time of his death. Here is his daughter, our niece, born last October: