I remember being 7. Me and my brother had visited the chalk hills and we slid down them in our jeans. We rode home on his chopper bike that he got for his birthday. We fell off it half way home as we were giggling too much and then we both wet ourselves. It was the most I had laughed in my whole life.
Now I am 47 and he was 52. He died today. He had liver cancer. I did not know he would pass away so quickly. I thought he had at least 3 years to go. I found it more and more difficult to visit him as he became more and more unwell. To see someone deteriorate before you is very painful. So, I bit the bullet and planned to see him in a week. But now it's too late. He passed away today.
In memory of my brother Keith. I loved you and still love you. I am so glad you are not suffering anymore but so very sad that you have died.
Your sister xxx
