a walking track on Flinders Island, Tasmania, Australia



My brother, Timothy


Sadly, in August 2004, my younger brother suffered a catastrophic motorcycle accident and died. Like brothers all over the world, we fought and had our differences, but he was still my brother and that bond had seen us through many times, good and bad.

It couldn't see us through this, though. And I still miss him.

The referee has spoken,
 The whistle has blown,
 A red card has been shown
 And the team is down by one man
 Uncertain how the game plays out
 From here.
my brother, Timothy