Sad Times are Special Too

Missing my brother Dave loads. This year, before he died in October, I saw more of him than I have done in several years previously. I have wonderful memories of our childhood together, he was everything a big brother should be, fun, friendly and he always looked out for me and my sister Paula. I am glad he is no longer suffering, but wish that we had spent more of our adult lives together. I have to say that during my visits to him in recent months, I have gotten to know my sister in law Lorraine and my nephews, Dan and Jack so well and love them all dearly. They are a wonderful strong family and I really hope that I will be able to see them all regularly as time goes on. They are planning to come and see us in Eastbourne next summer. The funeral was a desperately sad and special time, Dave was so loved by everyone who came into contact with him, everyone we talked to spoke of his constant good humour, his sense of mischief and fun and it makes me feel so proud, proud of him, and proud of our heritage. We were so lucky to be raised by two strong, family oriented, fun loving parents who gave us the best gift we could have in life, LOVE and that love was reflected back to him by all his friends and family. I believe he is with Dad now and I believe that together they are with us in our hearts and memories and they are part of all that we do.