Our bodies were pressed together by the noisy crowd pushing in to reach the bar — I asked how I knew him. He maintains I said — why don’t I know you. It would become a running joke.
One of Bren’s main fears was the pain he would be in, in the end stages of his cancer — for good reason.
The phone rang – it took me a minute to find it. It was Charles. He said Margaret had rung to tell him to come home. He was just checking that he really needed to before he booked a plane ticket.
When Andrew calmly and kindly said, ‘Brendan, looking at where we are today, we could be looking at about a month.’ My world crashed around me slowly, millisecond by millisecond,
Not being here for us when we would need him most was his worst nightmare, but I think it bought him peace to know we had people around us to support us when he was gone.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Ours is a story with a cast of hundreds, many will appear in the following pages, some names and places will be changed out of respect for privacy.
For Baden and Tyra –
Who reflect their dads strength and grace every day. Even on our worst of days. This story is yours.
I had never seen him happier than when our brother Andy helped him get back on his surfboard for the first time after his amputation, or sadder than when he stood, leaning on his crutches, tears rolling down his face as he watched the boys surf second corner.
Yesterday I opened my blog admin to check on something. To my complete surprise, a rainbow had replaced the top bar that has always been black, it took my breath away. After accusing all of my sisters and nieces in the room of getting on my admin page and changing it, I realised Bren and…