27

Today my brother, Carl, would have been 27 years old.

He would have been, accept he had a brain tumour. He died when he was five.

It's odd to think I would have had an older brother.

 We were discussing him, as a family. He was known as being extremely cheeky and caring. One of the tales that was shared was one of him telling my Nan, "I don't know what to do."... "I don't know whether to go up there and be with Lady (my grandparents dog) or to go down below and eat hot and spicy food". 

So he was quite the character. Another story was that one day, my brother ran excitedly towards my Nan, dragging her with him to show her something. She went along, wondering what he could be so eager to show her. Carl, looking satisfied, then proceeded to show her the biggest poo that he'd ever done.

Good work.

Happy Birthday Carl.