Andrew was so much more than an uncle to me. Throughout my childhood he was a father figure to me, the Garnham’s was a second home where I keep hold of so many fond memories of fun times and mischief. In my early teens I spent a lot of time with Andrew, he shared his music library with me and taught me a little guitar, we managed to learn Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd together. These precious times together formed the basis of the music I enjoy today, which is such a huge part of my life and identity. The greatest gift my uncle Andrew ever gave to me and the sort of thing I was lacking from my own father. I am so proud of all he’s experienced and achieved in his lifetime, and I’ve always been especially proud to call him my uncle. There is nobody quite like Andrew and his uniquely shocking sense of humour. I was lucky enough to spend many hours with him post-diagnosis, the final time being the best of them all just by chance. He was feeling well enough to be in conversation with me for 6 hours, we talked about everything and anything and shared memories, laughs and tears, We watched some live music by Steely Dan, Yes and my other half’s band Guranfoe who Andrew was a proud fan of. He is going to be so missed, family time will never be the same without his huge personality being the life and soul of the party.