I was looking through some photo's the other day, and i found one of me and Kieran. It was a picture from one of our many summers we spent with you down in Somerset. And although visiting you in the summers stopped for quite a few years, they were never the same and never will be again. I can still remember being 9 years old, and you invited us to stay for a week in your new house. We had so much excitement on the car journey down and you always always gave us the warmest hugs. We would often go for walks after dinner just like we used to when you lived down in Surrey. I will never forget our trips to the caves, beaches and the laughter that we all used to share. We hated parting and saying goodbye but we knew we would be back next summer. We had summers like these for a few years, then it seemed life got busy for both our families and Mum would speak to you on special occasions such as Christmas, New Year and Birthdays. I remember it like yesterday when we got the phone call in the first week of December 2011. The call that we never expected to hear, we had so much hope that you would fight through this and win in the end. So our visits became more frequent and we made the most of the time we had with you the most special. We would sit and listen about your childhood and how things had been before you was diagnosed. Then we would hear about how hopeful the doctors were that they could cure you, then how it was staying with you forever. Each time I saw you, i hugged you that little bit longer and tighter. For nearly 18 months you were so strong and i will always be proud to have known you and call you my uncle. Your infectious laugh stays with me for all time. I still have the last birthday card you sent for my 19th birthday, the last card with your name inside. Its been 15 months since i last saw you, last kissed you, last hugged you and last laughed with you. I wish i was as strong as you and i hope you are still around us to watch over us. I love you lots xxx