From a new essay by Pattie in The Big Issue:
He died in 2001 and every so often in my life something will happen and I’ll think, George is the only one I can talk to about this. George will know the answer to this. We were such good friends and only he would understand so much of what I’m thinking about or remembering, because we experienced such a thick amount of life together. Before he died he came to visit me. He was very ill, but we didn’t talk about [him dying]. I think he came just to see me and catch up and to see where I live. He brought me a few little gifts and we had tea and listened to some music. And when he left I thought, I’ll never see him again.