I have just come back from an interstate trip where I had the most devestating experience I have ever had.  I had to bury my little brother.  He was 2 years younger than me and had a motorbike accident. 

Initiall, worst case senario was a life in a wheelchair.  We (as a family) were just getting used to this idea when things got worse and he developed a fever that the doctors couldn't control.  It went up to 43 degrees ( a record for the spinal unit) and they packed him in ice to help bring it down.

This took a while to work and by the time it came down, his liver and brain had been damaged.  An MRI showed that his brain was so damaged, he would probably not survive.

I got there only hours before he passed away and was able to tell him I loved him and to thank him for the priveledge of being his sister for more than 30 years.

It is hard to describe what I felt and even harder to find anyone else to understand.  It isn't common to lose a sibling in the prime of their life and to be left an only child for the rest of yours.

I can only imagine how my parents must feel.

We donated his organs as per his wishes, and at least my little brother will live on in a number of other people.  Even in death, he was a miracle maker.

I will never forget him. xx