My Jonathan: the love of my life, always My Jonathan was kind, loving, patient and giving. He always saw the best in people and never forgot his friends. He got annoyed when people couldn’t work computers, it was all so obvious to him! But that never stopped him explaining time and again how to fix a problem or work a programme. He often fixed computers, partly out of kindness but also because he loved to fix things. He loved puzzles and his favourite console games were the resident evil & final fantasy series. My Jonathan was creative. He loved to cook and was never afraid to experiment. This lead to some amazing meals and one or two less successful, but equally memorable ones as well. His creativity also came through in his love of music. If there was a particular song he liked he had to learn to play it on his guitar. He even tried to teach his friends occasionally. He would play the same song over and over and over AND over until he was sure it was perfect. Then he would play it some more. His friends remember fondly, I’m sure, his rendition of alleluia last Christmas and maybe even his attempts at love machine, which he learnt for his works Christmas night out. He loved to please others and even attempted to learn a song for me, even though he really didn’t like it. And many years ago when I insisted he write me a song he made me create one. He asked for random letters and when I refused he took the first letter from every word I said and played a silly tune from them. My Jonathan was adventurous. He loved to try new things. He even tried rock climbing, despite his dislike of heights, and loved it. He bought me Salsa lessons and took me to them. This gave us a new hobby which we both loved and helped me to come out of my shell. He pushed me to try new foods, new activities and to meet new people, certain that I could be more than I was, and he was right. His adventurous spirit was what enabled him to take on new jobs which eventually lead him to his position and Global Energy where he said everyone knew lots that he didn’t but he was looking forward to learning from them and using his expertise to become their database expert, he’d already written his first report! My Jonathan was never forgot his friends. When I came to visit during my uni years if Istayed for the Sunday night that was fine, I was welcome to come to Plush with him and the guys but he wasn’t missing out whether I went or not. He was willing to move 200 miles away so I could have a chance at a job, but he was going to visit EK often and he was going to drag his friends to Aberdeen. He’d already picked out a go-karting track that he wanted us all to try. My Jonathan never forgot his family. He loved them dearly and often spent time with his little sister Natalie who we both wanted to visit us in Aberdeen. He loved his parents dearly and admired them greatly; I could often see so much of him and the way he dealt with people in them. But that’s their story not mine. Most importantly MY Jonathan wasn’t just my Jonathan, he was OUR Jonathan. He was loving and patient and kind without boundaries. He loved his friends and his family and me. So my Jonathan is our Jonathan and he will be with us always. In our thoughts and in our hearts, may he never truly leave us.