Today, St. David’s Day, would have been my good friend’s Dai Barnes‘ birthday. Tragically, he didn’t live to celebrate it, passing away suddenly last August.
While the sharp, shocking pain of his loss has subsided a little over the last six months, there remains a gaping Dai-shaped hole in the life of his friends.
We’ll firm up plans over the next few months but today, on the day when Dai would have turned 49 years old, we’re raising a glass, and never forgetting the impact he had on our lives.
If you’d like to join us on the walk, which will be a small, intimate gathering for those who knew Dai well, please get in touch.