Every family has at least one "black sheep" tucked away in its history. We've got our fair share, but one of the most tragic ones was young Daniel. He's the one in the photo above with his arms outstretched - as though even then he needed help. But Daniel was never one to play fair and his very name provided the key to his demise.

I visited his grave shortly before I got ill. It can tell the story of how he died far better than I: