Stu was my favorite brother, we were born 10 yrs apart but were like twins ,me being the elder of the two, we were born into a large family ,our dad being a miner and working so hard for us all, we did everything together, i taught him to swim,play football, we would fight each others battles,as we grew we looked after each other through our courtships, and through our heart aches of broken marriages,we were so close we knew when each other were upset or hurting, this continued even when stu moved away to persue his career, we were in contact every day, either by phone or text, we would send each other little cheer you up presents and cards,even the day he died he was decorating his house, getting it ready for when he remarried in the summer,i last spoke to him earlier in the day , and he was just going to buy some more paint, that was the last time we would speak,at 9 o,clock i felt very uncomfortable, at 9.30 i knew something was wrong but couldnt get any reply ,at 2am i got a call from my sister telling me stu had died my world just imploded i actually felt part of me had died too , he was 44yrs old and just one week away from my birthday,the devestation of losing stu is still with me ,i cant believe he's gone,but i know he's never far from me, if im upset i hear him , he was like a tree a very strong trunk with a brach for every one.