I worked with Dan in 1996-97 when he was at Hoylands House near Barnsley. I have no specific story tell, just memories of him leaping around in the lounge, of running laps in the garden with him when he got frustrated, of taking him swimming and to the local pub, of the way he could turn those big brown eyes on you and smile, of just hanging out with him on an evening and that making it the best job in the world. Over the years since I have often thought of him, wondered how he was doing and hoped for the best. Sadly, I learned today that those hopes were misplaced. In the coverage of his death it was comforting to read how much Dan was loved, to see the photos of him as a man but with that same smile and direct gaze, and to learn that he continued to run into adulthood, he always had stamina! I hoped one day to see my friend again... I will always miss you Dan.