This Saturday marks the 10 year anniversary of my brother Chris’ death.
Christopher died from cancer at Rachel House aged 13. He was an inspiration to me, he always had a positive outlook on life, and didn’t let his disabilities get in the way of him living to the fullest: he was one of those people who could brighten up the whole room with just a smile.
Chris’ death had a profound effect on me throughout my teenage years, not only did I miss him everyday day, I felt a lot of pressure to achieve and make the most of my life because of how early he lost his. This caused me to mess up a lot of things and go down a dark, lonely road.
It’s crazy how time flies and how much we all take our lives for granted. I still think about Chris a lot and the memories that we had together, it’s good being able to look back with a smile and hopefully one day I’ll see him again.
I love you.