|Graham and me (and my toy cat), 1965|
It has been a week off but cold and made colder by the passing of a brother, my brother, on Monday. I didn't think I would write about it here but it feels dishonest not to. We were not 'close'; he was seventeen when I was born, until then the youngest of three and he always said the smell of nappies made him leave home and follow our eldest brother into the Navy. I think he was only half-joking; replaced as the 'baby' by a real one, me. He was kind and funny and life-loving but the life-loving took its toll and now they are telling us too he had motor neurone disease - in hospital for months and in the last few weeks unable to eat, drink, swallow. There is no cure, so I suppose it is a fact that his death was a 'release'.
We were not close, he was seventeen when I was born; we didn't grow up together.
But he was funny and kind and life-loving and he was my big baby brother.
Sleep tight Gray x
The Searchers - 'Needles & Pins' (1964)