Dear Roger (who reads this in Heaven) I came into your life on the evening of Friday 1st August 2014, I had just returned from a week's holiday in Swanage. Donna had to curtail the last afternoon of her holiday to pick you up to take you to your new home. When I returned to my Dad's and Donna's house, so that he could bring me back home, I was very briefly introduced to you, I cannot remember how I felt when I saw you for the first time, but it wasn't the same as when I saw you for the last. When I initially met you, I didn't really like you, I didn't really understand your condition (despite attending a special school at the time), and I couldn't wait for you to die, but the more I saw you every second Saturday to Sunday, my thoughts on you changed and I began to warm to you. You literally became "my friend", and you became like family to me, and we shared tons of memories together. You were very kind to me and even when you were detoriating inside, you continued to show love and compassion to me and I will always be grateful. I went on two holidays, many a day trip and many a meal out with you, and everytime you went out, you displayed your famous and unique brand of friendship & compassion, you couldn't talk much, but you lit up the room everywhere you went, you were the highlight of everyone's night. I spent many a day with you and you eventually light up my life. We had mostly highlights but regretfully we also had a few niggles. I am regretfully sorry for urinating in your expensive hot tub, but my options were limited that Sunday afternoon, but I do digress from a relationship of joy. I also apologise for unknowingly making your cry, when I underestimated your condition. Thank you for all the Christmas presents you brought me over the six years we knew each other. It will be my deep regret that I cannot and did not attend your funeral and I know that I say this for all of the other "friends" you had the privilege of meeting. I do hope that, as you sit up beyond the pearly gates of Heaven, in your favourite reclining blue chair, eating the best County Fayre fish and chips, drinking the best pints of Guinness, all while watching as much Rod Hull and Emu that you can bear, you realise just how much you meant to Billy, Donna, Martin, Paul, Myself and to all of the other people you met, you truly did live an exemplary and exceptional life, despite the condition you were born with and the challenges it brought, and you left many sorrowing and forever grateful friends. You leave a remarkable legacy. You changed Donna's life (from a job where she attended work) and enriched mine. I now have a greater understanding of Down's Syndrome, and show more compassion and understanding towards those with Down's that I meet, that I literally didn't have before. It will be my deep regret that I could not say a proper goodbye to you, but I must say again that it was a absolute pleasure and privilege to know you, and to see you live out your last years in a proper home, cared for by experienced people and in the company of two wonderful housemates (even though I was only there one night out of 14). I hope that you lead a similar life up in your interpretation of Heaven. You apparently had a fitting end, and there wasn't a dry eye in your adopted home when you finally succumbed to your conditions. I must say that you will eventually be replaced at number 6, but whoever takes your place on your favourite Blue chair will have a very though act to follow a remarkable man like you. Do sleep tight up there Roger, and thanks for all the memories " my friend". Jordan