Thanks chaps.
I will share a few Fly, as he was born when I was 11yrs old and mum wasn't too well so relied on me to help look after him. The result was I took him everywhere with me and it was me rather than mum he cried after. I feel as if I have lost a son and a brother.
He was a keep fit lad/man and when he was doing his Karate as a lad I used to go through his cata's with him ( not sure if that is spelled right. he also boxed, used the gym and used to run.
He was into the now disgraced Gary Glitter and I bought him some lurex material for mum to make him a shirt - I have a photo's of him with a pretend microphone and the shirt on doing his GG stuff. I also took him to see GG at Sheffield and we caught the 'milk train ' home. ( do they still have the milk train?
Also wagged it off work in the early 70's and took him to Blackpool for the day - he got sunstroke and spent the next day in bed

Actually I took him all over with me on different day outings.
On another occasion when I had been watching tales of the unexpected (remember that ?) whilst sitting for mum and dad with my 2 younger brothers I told mum the programme was ok so she said my brother could stay up and watch it with me. Problem was it was quite gruesome on that occasion, and he was sick twice when he went to bed -( I ended up changing his bed

After that he never could look at those 'fake eyeballs' we see for sale

He came to my home frequently and we enjoyed many cups of tea ( he and hubby scoffed the chocolate biscuits )
Last year when he was diagnosed with his condition he spent many hours with me at my home and when he was in hospital I visited him every day.
He worked for the council and was a health and safety officer and union rep, he took this very seriously and the tribute by his work colleagues at his funeral yesterday just by sheer numbers was heart warming.
Ever thoughtful to the end - he picked his day to leave us on the 1st July, it was his daughters birthday on 30th June and mine on the 2nd July!
He was 53.