Was looking through my special little box where I keep all those miscellaneous gifts you brought me over the years, Bro. So many memories connected to each and every precious item you got me. At first I just locked them away as it was so hard to even look at them, but then I kept hearing your voice telling me to fix up and wear them whenever I felt able to, which is what I have been doing for the past year or so now, Bro. I wore those lovely earrings you got me a few years back, to Liverpool, when we came to see you. They have always been one of my favourite pieces of jewellery you got me. And woe and behold, the number of people who remarked how beautiful they were. The first lady who mentioned them got me crying buckets as obviously, I could only respond that my brother bought them for me. Yeah, I know you laughing up there at me, Bro. And yes, I blubbed like a baby. LOL. The woman must have thought I had a screw loose or something, bless her. Then when Viv and I went to visit Laura, the little girl who got Keisha's precious heart, in hospital, Laura remarked how she like them and how they looked like little microphones, which I had never really thought about. But I was comforted this time by Laura's remarks and felt pride and love that they came from you, Bro. Was so happy I got to come and visit and spend time with you on your 50th birthday: it really was fab to just be there and talk and reminisce about you with Peter, who is so feeling your loss to this day, bless him. But you know just how much we all love and miss you each and every day and always will. Bless you and see you again soon, Bro. Love you to the max, always. Your sister, Maureen. XXXXXXXX