One week on, it is still so hard to process that we are here today paying our respects with our tributes to Carl. I too first met Carl 16 years ago in Connah’s Quay Labour Club, or 'Sargie’s headquarters', as it’s locally known. He was proud to be elected to this place in 2003 by the people of Alyn and Deeside. I followed in 2007, and we quickly became great friends, travelling up and down together from north Wales most weeks.

Carl lived in the heart of his community in Connah’s Quay. He never forgot his roots, and he was proud of his working-class background. On the day he entered Cabinet, and I Government, we shared the journey home excited about the future, and what we felt we could achieve for the people of Wales, and Carl achieved so much. He took through the most legislation of any Minister. There are very few Bills and Acts that Carl did not have a hand in. He championed the work being undertaken to end violence against women, homelessness and modern slavery. He became a White Ribbon ambassador, telling how he first experienced witnessing domestic abuse in his neighbourhood following the closure of Shotton steelworks, when he saw his community torn apart. Each year, he supported victims of domestic abuse by walking 'a mile in her shoes', although he always struggled to walk in those stilettoes.

Carl was an amazing politician, a highly skilled negotiator, but not necessarily in the style you might expect from a senior Cabinet Secretary. He knew in order to get the best out of people it was better to persuade and influence over tea and custard creams, or sometimes something stronger. He treated everyone the same, whether it was a constituent who sought his advice, whether he was chatting to royalty at the opening of the National Assembly, speaking to Eton-educated UK Government Ministers, or the bloke sat next to him at the bar in Mischief’s. He was full of fun, and very mischievous at times, but he took his role as an elected representative very seriously, and he was proud to be an advocate for his constituents, particularly those who did not have a voice.

Here in this Assembly, and in Welsh Government, he treated everyone equally. He cared for and supported all of us, his Assembly Member colleagues, not just in our group but across all political parties. He adored the staff in his constituency office and his ministerial private office. The staff in our canteen and here in security were amongst his favourites. He had a special place in his heart for his special and specialist advisers. In Government, he respected his officials and the many Bill teams he worked with. But I think his absolute favourites were the ministerial drivers. They could write a book filled with stories about the many hours they spent travelling around Wales during Carl's 10 years in Government.

Carl had a wicked sense of humour and loved making me and others laugh, often at the most inappropriate times. His banter was legendary and he always won the award for heckler of the year. It was a pleasure to sit next to him in Cabinet and here in the Chamber, where one of Carl's most important jobs was to ensure our shared drawer always had a good supply of sweets. One day, he brought some new ones in and told me just to try one, but I in my usual style grabbed a handful, only to find on eating them they were hot chilli sweets. He could barely contain his gleefulness at my discomfort.

A few years ago, he took up a new hobby and decided to teach himself to crochet. He would sit on the train home with a self-teaching YouTube video, a crochet hook and some wool. It was not without its frustrations; several times, everything ended up on the floor. But, like everything he took up, he soon mastered it and he made some beautiful items. You could see the bemused looks of fellow passengers watching this big, burly guy crocheting a tiny, pink baby bonnet.

Carl was one of the most generous people I have ever met, particularly with his time, and he loved socialising with his family and friends. Behind his burly and jovial exterior was a beautiful, sensitive and vulnerable soul. He always told people how special and unique they were, because he cared how people felt. He was kind to people, and being kind to people is a wonderful legacy to leave behind.

He was my best comrade and friend. I loved him as a brother, and although his pet name for me was 'mother'—even though I of course was not quite old enough to be his mother—I know he loved me as a sister. He cared for me and my girls as an extension of his own family and we are heartbroken he is no longer with us. But our loss is incomparable with the unspeakable grief felt by Bernie, Lucy and Jack, who he loved deeply and of whom he was so proud.

To them, Carl's parents, and all his family, we offer all our love and support over the difficult weeks and months ahead. Carl, I will never forget you and I will miss you deeply. RIP, comrade.