I've seen him live about a dozen times, always great concerts.
I have almost all his albums.
His book "Blues from Laurel Canyon" delighted me as if it were one of his records, really, simple and sincere, just like his music.
I like to remember him like this, sitting next to a young Clapton reading Beano, McVie sprawled out, and Hughie Flint with standard short socks.
Goodbye, old father.