Our Pete was an incredible man with how he dealt with MND. When he was first diagnosed on 20 November 2006 it was devastation throughout the family. Our Pete was terrified of the way MND ravages its way through a person and kept on saying "I'll not go into a wheelchair", with its obvious implications.... However, as the disease rapidly progressed Pete managed each stage immensely calmly and without complaint. Of course he would sometimes weep at the cruelty of the disease and knowing he wouldn't be here for our Lynne, John, Clair and the rest of his family. Yes, he would sometimes get angry and think "Why me?". But 99.9% of times he was incredible, dealt with the MND and its (at times) indignities with courage I would not have myself, I'm sure. I am so very proud of our Pete and how he dealt with MND. Yesterday was 3 months since our Pete died and me and John, his son, went to the match at Anfield to watch Liverpool v Spurs; least said about the match the better....! It was a very emotional moment for me to be sat in our Pete's seat in the Kop trying to sing "You'll Never Walk Alone" with tears streaming down my face. But I did, after a while and in a wobbly fashion. During the match you hear other people's conversations. about all kinds and not just the match, and it occurred to me just how impartial our Pete was about football. He adored LFC, but could also say when a foul was a foul, when a penalty was a penalty. Loads of people sat around us couldn't do that. That made me proud of our Pete, knowing he could be fair. And our Pete was fair. I know I'm rambling so I'll finish now. I'm just off to buy some Christmas cards from the MND site.