Dear Matthew,

I saw a photo of you today a year ago.

It reminded me of a lot of things. It brought back memories of how I took care of you in your last few days at the hospital. Me, taking care of you, my big brother.

I will never forget you asking me to make you some tea, and sitting down next to you to have it. And how can I ever forget washing your head with warm water from the basin, as cetlic music played in the background. And how I stood next to you and held your hand on your death-bed even long after you were gone from this world. How I do not regret kissing your cold forehead in the coffin and promising to see you again soon, in Valhalla 🙂

The last moments. Moments I will cherish forever, in my heart.

Love you, miss you, bro xx