Start the Sunday with this one dedicated to my brother Steve who passed away this day some 37 years ago . . . . . .
He Ain’t Heavy He’s My Brother - The Hollies
for my brother . . . . . . . . he carried me for the longest time, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for me and I often felt I would, or should have, felt like an encumbrance but he never complained. I miss him
Dickie and David (Attenborough)
I dedicate today's post to brothers everywhere. On this the anniversary of my brother's passing.It is 37 years since he passed away and I miss him every day.
He was my older brother and someone who I always relied upon.
He was the sensible one and the person I always went to for advice and help.
There was nothing he wouldn't do for me and I probably took advantage of that.
To me he was always like a mighty tree and I thought of course he would always be there
I share this with my family and especially his children, Iain and Helen and his wife Sheila Swapp
Not a day goes by . . . .
Stephen Richard Swapp
15 March 1949 - 22 Sept 1987
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