Today is my brother’s birthday. I wanted to bake for him. He died almost three years ago, very suddenly, just before Christmas. I miss him every day – his raucous laugh, his bear hugs, his passion for life, music, food and travel. He would have been twenty-eight today.
I can’t bear that he never got to experience all that he should have – to grow as the great musician and composer that he was, to get married (he was such a hopeless romantic), to have children and be a father (he would have been an amazing dad), and to live.