Dave has always been a part of my life, my cool older brother. There's a gap now when I think of the four of us "children" and realise we are now three. We used to have fun growing up, train spotting, going over the fields. Dave was often the ringleader. Later, as a teenager, his friends became my boyfriends. When he was working in London, he used to stay at the flat with Mike and me. He was always good fun and loved playing with the children. They remember him as a part of their lives growing up. Every now and again our families would meet up, baptisms, weddings and general days out. In the last few years, we've also got together at Christmas to exchange presents and mull over the past. And of course, there are the lovely parties that Dave and Brenda gave in their garden. One little story that always makes me laugh... Dave bought a racing bike and joined a club. They were all experienced but he was just a beginner. On one outing, he pedalled up a hill getting slower and slower and when he reached the top, he could go no further and just keeled over. His feet were strapped into the pedals. Good old Dave.