Well, I'm about a year younger than Higgins. I look at the photos of him, and I think a lot of thoughts. And memories - lots of them. Some of them are memories I would rather not awaken - but they're there all the same. Like that good-natured and genial family friend I knew as a kindly 'uncle' when I was a small child. I remembered how that person looked, in his prime. I also remembered how he looked the last time I saw him (he was dying of stomach cancer - aged mid 60s).
Perhaps when Higgins passes on - as he will surely, and probably sooner rather than later - people will remember him for his good times - his genius and brilliance at the table. Not these sad images.