On Wednesday the 17th, the most inspirational man I ever met passed away. My good friend David C. Evans was a completely joyful person - always positive, always incredible fun.
He was so encouraging with everything I did. I was very open about my business with David as he was such a very wise man and always gave an opinion which I respected over all else. He could see the best in people and encourage it - their potential which they could perhaps not see in themselves.
He knew so much about so many things. Perhaps the most informed person I know, this may have been in-part due to his 21 hour days - every day. He could listen to Radio 4 or the World Service whilst completing tasks, duties, jobs and pottering around the house, and be the first to get the Times at 5am. His emails always filled me with excitement - from July 03 to January I'm proud to have received 573, and responded to each of course, but our emailing went back to the mid-late nineties when we would both print them out! He'd worked in many fields - glass blowing, on geophysical surveying ships, pottery, computer programming, business, and had so many fascinating stories about past experiences.
We were walking in one of the roughest parts of Middlesbrough and were stopped by a gang of youths who wanted to swap some change. He was as polite with them as everyone else, even when they asked if he would like a video recorder.
We were walking back from another meal and came to a bus stop outside Lidl near Newport Roundabout. A bus arrived and he got on it - he had received his pensioner's bus pass that week and was determined to use it. This left me several miles from home and nothing left to do but walk back on my own!
His loving wife Sheila had a penchant for Cravendale Purefilter milk, but David's view was that their term 'filtering' could simply mean it was filtered through a sieve with 1 inch holes, so to prove the taste was no different, for a number of weeks he was funnelling normal milk into the Cravendale container in the secrecy of the garage - until Sheila walked in while this was happening one day!
When I worked at the college, he used to just walk into the office I shared with two others and have a chat with me! I'm not sure how I would have explained all the jollity had my boss ever walked in.
Later, when I worked at the council, he invited me out for lunch one day in summer. We sat in his car in a nature reserve car park and ate pork pies with pease pudding and drank red wine. Very civilised! Sadly, I had a 1 hour lunch break, and this lunch with David lasted 2 and a half! When I got back I was shouted at by my boss, and handed in my resignation letter there and then (which I'd been planning to do all week, but was waiting for the moment).
I have to admit that I only really wrote this blog for David. He was the only person I knew who read it each fortnight or month. He would drop a comment into an email or conversation over our many lunches out, indicating he'd read it.
I hope I meet another like David but doubt I ever will.
David was an inspirational friend to me. I'll always think of him with tremendous fondness.