My brother, my hero.  My first friend and secret sharer. We shared a wonderful childhood with stories told across the landing about our respective days.  Growing up in Burntwood, walks to the Nags Brook and the Sheepwash.  Hours spent on Burntwood Park. Listening to the sound of Rod Stewart albums being played in his room. Being his cheerleader, watching him play football and rugby. I cried when he left home knowing that life wouldn’t be the same.  It was, of course, the making of him.  A massive heart shaped hole has been left and life will never be the same. I love you Bro.  The heavens are one star brighter tonight.  With love Jayne, Laura, Megan and Arlo. xxx