Survival - on his terms

The way it was was the way it was. To most he would be difficult, very difficult. That was sad.

My sister-in-law though gave as good as she got. And she really liked him and he her, both in an eye-twinkling way.

"You for coffee?" he once asked, cheekily.

Quick as a flash she replied "You fuckoffee yourself!"

I knew him well too. To me he was always very engaging, sometimes challenging, but always interesting. He liked me because I liked him. It was as simple as that. We shared jokes, ideas and homebrew. I was privileged.