I don’t often sit staring at a blank screen wondering what to write.
I don’t often have tears in my eyes when I sit at a computer screen.
I don’t normally find it difficult to articulate what I want to say.
This isn’t a “Normal” moment…
Over the years of blogging, I have occasionally mentioned my mate G, he of motorcycles and leukaemia.
On the 26th of December, G’s battle with cancer came to an end. He was 52 and leaves behind a loving wife and two young teenage children.
He also leaves behind a lifetime of memories, achievements and laughter.
G was a complex character, his highs were incredible, he could make a large room helpless with laughter; on the other side he had lows, deep black lows. Mostly though, he was a “Glass Half-Full” chap and it was only when his health issues got too much did he sometimes slightly look on the downside.
Our relationship was mixed. Mostly, we were great mates who had wonderful times together and yes we had some really great times! We also had moments, like in any relationship, when we really couldn’t stand the sight of each other; yet we came through it, eventually.
When, three and a half years ago he told me that he had cancer it shook me to the core. I tried to always be there for him.
Then he had a big motorcycle accident and I sat by his bed in the trauma unit as the medics tried to figure out if they could save his hands, let alone make then work again. In the weeks and months that he slowly recovered, I used to drive over to his house and again sit with him; then we would laugh and tell each other tales of what we would do once he was well.
He bought another motorcycle and the surgeons got him strong enough to ride. I went with him to collect the bike, a Yamaha Super Ténéré that had been modified to accommodate his injured hands; his joy at being on two wheels again was humbling.
We rode again together, as often as his health allowed and the light came on in his eyes again.
The day after Christmas that light went out for the last time.
G, I loved you through all of our ups and downs, even through the times that you annoyed the hell out of me and drove me up the wall in frustration! You did what little brothers are supposed to do and did it very well; I’m missing you already.
Hwyl fawr, brawd bach!