Last week would have been my brother’s 44th birthday.
It’s been eight years now since he lost his long battle with cancer and I still miss him every single day.
I could tell you how perfect a brother he was, but I’d be lying.
But that doesn’t change the fact that he was my brother and it’s not fair that he died so young.
I’m angry that it happened to him and that he wasn’t one of the lucky ones who beat cancer and I’m sad that I don’t have my big brother any more and the children don’t have their uncle around to see them grow up and his little boy doesn’t have a Dad. I’m even jealous of people who have a brother or a sister – how sad is that?
So this last week, I’ve not been around much because, honestly, I haven’t felt like it.
I’ve been shopping with the kids, took them out for tea, bought them treats, had move nights and game nights and spent hours with them reading and playing. Basically, I’ve been remembering to appreciate what I have and make sure I make the most of every minute of every day.
Sometimes it’s easy to forget that.
