Some of my favourite tales end with death. At the end of the Star Wars trilogy, Darth Vader dies. At the end of the Back to the Future movies, the DeLorean dies. At the end of the latest Ghostbusters movie, the integrity of the franchise dies. But this story begins with death. Because for those of us left behind, that’s how it happens. Death strikes first, and then we have to pick up the pieces and learn to cope. Nearly a decade has passed since my darkest day, but these are still the most difficult words I’ve ever had to write: I used to have an older brother.
Seven simple words, one unbearable truth, which has just become harder than ever. Because suddenly it’s true