I am lucky too. I have a lovely younger brother who despite being disabled and living 50 miles away would come and help me at the drop of a hat if I needed him. When he visits he does all those little jobs I can't manage and takes all my clutter to charity shops or landfill for me. I don't drive so even though it's tiring for him he will drive me wherever I want to go. He's neither young nor fully mobile, yet he does all this with a willing heart. In return I feed him up with roast dinners and crumbles - his favourites - and always send him home with goodies. So comforting to know he is there. Lucky me.
Betty Bromage wing walking at the age of 97




for those who have lost brothers. I lost one too many years ago aged 24.
