Andy. Wherever you are…I haven’t forgotten about you pal.
On the contrary, you’re never far from my thoughts; on the train to work; sat in meetings; watching tele.
Quite ironic really, I think about you a lot more now than I used to do when you were alive.
I don’t think I took you for granted…maybe I did. But I just never realised how special it was to have you as a brother, until now.
It’s hard to explain, but it was just so reassuring to know there was somebody there who would unconditionally and without question do anything for you, because they’re your brother.
You’d be straight on the phone without hesitation or backing me up no questions asked (even when I know at times you’d really rather not be doing…one occasion in particular makes me smile). Andy, I just hope you knew I was there for you and I would have done absolutely anything for you. So many people, all of us, would have done.
I cherish my most recent fond memory, our day out together at the rugby in Twickenham…the feeling of just hanging out with my big brother is something I was so proud of and I will miss so much.
I loved you dearly Andy. I like to think, as much as we all miss you here, that you’re now at peace and watching over us all. x