I had the pleasure of meeting Malcolm on many occasions, from visiting him in England when I was 6 years old, to when he came to visit my parents, Serban and Cristina, in Canada when I was a little older. I remember feeling drawn to his funny and affable personality, and I treasure the memory of going go-karting with him and my family. As I grew older, I began to understand exactly how his kindness shaped my family's story, and I am forever grateful to him for helping my father at such a tough crossroads. The world needs more of the open-hearted, grounded kindness that Malcolm embodied in his finest moments. I wish I could have shared a pint with him as an adult now; Malcolm, this next one's for you. Rest in Peace.