Before I joined up, I worked in hospitals and many of my friends were from ancillary staff, porters, cooks, cleaners, laundry and others.

Joe was a hospital cook in his early 20s. Died on his motorbike on the way to work one day. I can still see his cheery, ruddy face and engaging smile to this day.
Others who died were through old age end of life stuff, but Joe’s death hit me really hard.