Life is Short

4 years ago today my brother-in-law went for a Saturday motorbike ride and died in an accident. He and my sister had been together for 16 years (ish) and married for 3 years, he was about to turn 33. I'd known Allan for half my life, he lived around the corner, would have tea at ours and watch TV with Karen in our study. I'd try to join them, their company being much more interesting to an 13 year old than my parents. I doubt I was very welcome but they mostly let me stay.

I miss him. I hated seeing my sister go through hell and I hated not being able to support her more.

Life is short, enjoy it while you can, cos everything can go to shit tomorrow.