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.