A day that started with a display that made me stop and stare in awe.

The sunrise was a mighty statement nature red and raw.

It spread its beautiful red pallet across the broad east Anglian sky.

This day that starts with beauty will end with memories and sadness.

Twelve months have at times crawled by, I now accept that you are gone.

Twelve months doesn’t sound so awfully long.

If I could I would let you know I miss you every day.

Life seems a little harder since the day you slipped away.

If only we could go back in time and squeeze a bit more fun.

If only we had done the fishing trip to sizewell, we should have done.

You were my big brother and you cannot be replaced.

You were never a saint, but we were pleased when our dinner table by you was graced.

I’m not sure if you’re resting but rest assured, by me you’re not forgotten.

On a day like this I miss the cheerful hello bruv, when I rang your phone.

A quick chat turned into an hour what we said I’m not sure.

Nobody understood how we had so much to say.

There are no more words but the tears are still on stream.

So long bruv you’re gone but not forgotten.