We Won’t Stop Sharing Memories

Stephen Pearce

We lost my brother in January 1997 aged 21 years. He was such a character and so protective over me, his big sister. I love sharing stories with my boys about the games we played, the things he loved and his little quirks. Its fascinating to see some of them reflected in my own children, it has, on occasion, quite spooked my parents. On his birthday every year, I drink a small glass of sloe gin from a bottle that he made just before he died - it's thick and syrupy after all this time but potent!