Tuesday, 16 May 2017


My dear brother John would have been 67 years old today. Alas he died at the age of 50 years nearly 17 years ago. He had been wonderfully brave and understated as he endured multiple treatments for his cancer which impacted his life so much for nearly 20 years. There are many times when I have missed having a brother.

John with Sarah

At his funeral (before I was unable to continue) I was able to say what a faithful friend he was to me. We didn't see each other often, but he was someone with whom I had grown up, and consequently knew me through and through. All of us need people in our lives who have known us from an early age, and consequently may be suitably  unimpressed by any achievements we may have made since childhood.

John was humble but surprisingly loud in conversation. No having a confidential chat in a cafe with him-everyone could hear the conversation. He was a passionate supporter of Guide Dogs for the Blind, and like me was interested in all things First World War. One of my treasured memories is of a day trip we took to Flanders when we looked around various battle sites and visited those painfully beautiful Commonwealth War cemeteries.

I thank God for him and the gentle faith he had in a hope beyond the grave. As the good old Book of Common Prayer has it,

'In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life though our Lord Jesus Christ'

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