Then there were three

It’s an odd thing about coming from a large family how much I’ve always defined myself by the silly number of brothers I had. Today there is one fewer. My younger brother Dave passed away in New Zealand this morning. Very very sad of course but entirely expected as he was diagnosed with kidney cancer 3 years ago. Still feels like the world is a strange place without him.
When we were this age we were best mates.
So one of six is now one of three. Struggling to get my head around it.