Little things… like a five-year old girl being taught how to use a skateboard by her hero. It was a pure, unadulterated 80s-style deck in a flashy canary yellow which led to many scrapes comforted by big hugs.
Little things… like being serenaded by such gifted musical talent; there he sat at a piano, singing ‘you are so beautiful’ in those smooth, dulcet tones. Enough to make any eleven-year old girl weak at the knees.
Little moments and memories growing into big things like a lifelong friendship. All those little things; long conversations and handwritten letters sent across countries and continents; times of immense happiness, sorrow and honesty; all wrapped up in one big, precious parcel. He was the unofficial big brother in both stature and nature.
Today he lost a battle that he fought so bloody hard against. He fought with pride, persistance and a healthy abundance of witty humour. What he’s left in his wake is a massive legacy of someone who loved life and others right to the very end. He was larger than life. And he will always be my hero.
From little things, big things grow. And then some.