One of my best friends wrote this tribute to David Trimble, although bit personal will share as it shows a side the public maybe wouldn't see even if some of us suspected
Sometimes in life you end up in places and with people you never thought possible. That was me in the late summer of 1999 when I was living in London and started working for David Trimble in the House of Commons.
Much will be written in the coming days no doubt, but I will remember the man in the next door office who was doing his damndest to try and make Northern Ireland a better place and give the people who live here the chance of a better life than they had known through three decades of terrorist violence.
He gave me a start in Westminster and brought me back to Stormont. I owe him a lot, and so does Northern Ireland. It was an honour to serve him and tonight my deepest sympathies are with Lady Trimble and his children who knew him best and who will miss him most.