March 13th The day of the year, my brother was born. My only Brother. It was a sad day, as exactly a year before on March 13th 2008 was the very last time I heard your voice. We spoke on the phone and I was singing Happy Birthday to you... if id known it would be the last time id hear your voice id have never hung up. I made you a fresh flower arrangement to put at your grave, it wasnt the best but im sure you would be proud of my effort! And I took you a balloon. It was a star, and it was from your baby neice you never met, Brodie Maia. You were my star and now I tell her that her Uncle Kevin, is the brightest star in the sky and always looking down on her keeping her safe. And that even if the star isnt always visible through the clouds, be sure its still shining bright above. Soppy I know... Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration, but at first I didnt feel like celebrating on yours this year. As the day went on I came to realise there was something to celebrate. The 35 years you were here in this world. For those years mean so much more than the years without. Some people lose babys and children, and never get to know who they would grow into. You grew into the Kevin we knew and loved so much. We got so many memories of your wicked character to keep close to our hearts, and were so lucky for that. Sometimes, Big Bro, we just have to look on the positives. I miss you more each day, and my greedy heart aches that your not here. But believe me, I appreciate so so much, that you were here at all. To you Kevin, My star....shining down on us I love you, Wee sis