Voices for change

Robert George Wilson

The tumour came out of nowhere. We hadn't even heard of it. We had misunderstood the signs and ignored the warnings. We had laughed at your forgetfulness. You laughed most of the way through your treatment which was mercifully short. Something the size of a table tennis ball took down the strongest most incredible brother in the most humiliating, debilitating way. A monster in your head. In our hearts a candle will always burn for you. Our lovely Bob.