Brothers

Just a brief note to say something about Ian my oldest bro. As from my other entry you may well have read I did not take the phone call from Marsden today very well, it shook me just like it would shake most of you. I called Phil straight away and got no answer, he had forgotten his phone but I had forgotten too, so I dialled Ian, my brother, at work in London and he answered and I hardly got to say 'Ian could you...' and he cut me off with something like 'of course, of course little sister I will do whatever you need'. He was happy to leave work and meet me from Victoria take me to hospital sit and wait then probably hold me while I cry and take me for cake before getting me safely back on the train without a second thought, without a breath just, of course.

Didn't you know I have brothers? Yep two older brothers middle bro Paul, he and I were especially close when we were teenagers rebelling against whatever was out there to rebel against, and sharing secrets, ups and downs. A few years ago he came to the park when I cried with a broken heart and brought strawberries, wisdom, hugs and time. Oldest bro Ian who listened recently in London said all the right things in a different park when I cried with a broken spirit and brought many of the same healing ingredients minus the strawberries but replaced them with a yummy lunch after. Needless to say I am luckiest girl alive in some ways because my family love me so much and it's returned ten fold, of course.