I first met Malcolm in the early 70's when i was living in London with his sister Pauleene. I was struck at that time by Malcolm's warmth and sense of humour. When i returned to the UK last year for a holiday i visited Malcolm and his lovely wife, Chrissie. I was welcolmed into their home and Malcolm's warmth and sense of humour shone through his devastating disease. it was truly an honour to spend time with them and witness their love for each other and their family. I have boundless admiration for Malcolm's courage and for his family's ability to care for him. I cherish the memories and hang the painting he gave me proudly on my wall where I can see it every day and remind myself how important it is to love and be loved by others. Annie

We celebrated my sixtieth birthday (Malcolm beat me by a year) with a village party on the village green. People were invited to donate to MNDA - they gave £300. Since so many people had known of Malcolm and had prayed for him, it was a lovely memory of him.

We miss the sparkle in your eyes and the cheekiness of your grin. They never showed the turmoil and distress that you were in. The wretched illness you endured was wicked and unkind, to rob you, slowly, of your body, yet leave an active mind. But you always had a 'Dignity' and kept us laughing too, "Come Dancing" has new meaning to those of us who knew. We know that you are whole again, repaired and good as new. Free to laugh and joke again and perhaps play 'a round' or two. We remember all the good times, blot out our loss and pain And console ourselves in knowing that you're our old 'Mully' once again. But one thing that the illness did was make us pull together, so it's Goodnight from all of us, Sleep tight, God Bless, Soul Brother