Three Years Later

It’s three years to the day since my younger brother died – suddenly and without any warning.

I’m going to be sad today and don’t have any amazing insights into death and grief, other than time really is a great healer, and to repeat what I wrote after his funeral:

Trev’s death, his lack in our lives, is going to be there all my life.  What I hope is that the lack of such a great, loving and generous person will make all of us who miss him better people.  Someone great is gone from the world and it should be the life’s work of those who remain to honour his memory, to make certain that we are better than we were in order to compensate for his absence.