On the 14th February 2014, my brother Paul passed away suddenly, at 35 years of age.  It is incredibly difficult to explain how this has made me feel. Paul was not just my only brother, he was my only sibling.I still cannot believe that I will never be able to tell him, face to face, things I have done, or just chat to him. I  wish I had known that we had such a short time left together, as I would have tried to make the most of it, but that’s life (or death), isn’t it? At his funeral, on the 7th March, our cousin Helen and I read the…