If I'm going to ask people to write their memories of and tributes to Kev, then I'd better start off, I suppose. This is going to be long, and I'll probably return over the days to add particular memories.

If this is too much, then the tl:dr version is this. Kev was my husband, my soulmate and my best friend. We had complete honesty with each other, emotional intimacy, constant physical expressions of affection and hours filled with laughter. Kev knew what I was thinking,  we often "finished each others' sandwiches", which as far as he was concerned was a joke from Arrested Development long before Frozen got hold of it. Together we went to places he never thought he'd visit, and events I never thought I would and loved both. Without him the whole world has a smidgeon less outrage at injustice, an ounce less generosity and a bucket less laughter.

Now the long version. I met Kev on Trekbbss. We both joined in about 1999, but he was just another poster in the forums. When I opened my Twitter account, I recognised the "BobTheSkutter" user name, and asked if he was the same person as on tbbs. He was, and we got chatting. Around this point, Kev developed endocarditis. He was (to the end) a bad patient who hated being confined to the house, let alone to bed, and he maintained that my conversation during the evenings and when I could scrounge time at lunchtime kept him going. It's certainly when we grew close.

I'm not a person who finds it easy to let people in to my closest stuff, as a trail of failed relationships testifies. By the time I met Kev, I'd sworn off men, reconciled to life alone. But Kev was 20 years my junior and 400 miles away. Letting him in emotionally was safe. And before I knew it I had someone who was a truly close, intimate friend. We could talk about anything, from my battles with menopause (including gory details) to his issues with being prescribed sildenafil for his PH.

There are so many stories to tell, but this is the overview. I may come back and shared more later.

Kev came to Cornwall for a visit as he really wanted to see the Eden project. I recall trying to push him back to the car park in a wheelchair after he had done too much. Fun times!
His second visit a year later was more challenging. I have chronic depression, which Kev knew, and I was having an acute patch. There was a moment when I was standing on a cliff looking down, and he gently put out his arm and guided me back from the edge. He was a gentle hero.

That holiday we also visited the Lizard. I remember standing in a  crystal shop, commenting on my fondness for a particular semi-precious stone. Two weeks later, a pendant of it arrived unexpectedly in the post as his way of saying thank you for the holiday. I never met anyone as attentive as Kev for noticing and remembering little things like that.

A few months later my doctor prescribed an anti-depressant. I suggested that since Kev had seen me at my worst, he should have a chance to see me when I was relatively well. We booked a week in a premier inn in Birmingham. (We knew how to live!)

Somewhere between the booking and the holiday, our relationship became more than just friendship. The rest, as they say, is history.

I will post more about how special our relationship was. But right now I want to get this place set up so others can come and share their stories. My relationship with Kev was unique. I had the enormous privilege of being his wife. But he had loads and loads of friends, and everyone was different,  and special to him. Given his health, he spent a lot of time sat still, and his social life and friendships were largely online. This place is meant to replace the chance to attend a funeral for people all over the world who couldn't get to Hull or Cornwall.

Please post photos, memories, tributes. Tell us all your stories and memories of my wonderful, Awesome husband.

And thank you all for the support.
K