The bond between siblings is a special one, you start off with a lot in common and growing up you share many of the same life experiences. As a younger sibling you look up to the older wishing to emulate and be like them, as the older you get to impart your wisdom and feel a bit special because you know that little bit more. We always were great friends, spending hours playing Saga or Playstation, man hunt (too old for hide and seek) or building dens in the woods. Together we have been through good times, bad times, tough times and great times, helped supported consoled and congratulated each other. Even as we grew up and made our own lives, we still stayed close. Miles was my younger brother but he always had my back. We had great conversations where we would put the world to rights, he would try and educate me in the hopes of improving my dreadful taste in music and we would discuss hopes and plans and dreams for the future. Miles loved laughter, he was a fan of many comedians and went to a lot of shows with his friends. And he loved to make people laugh too. He had the most wonderful sense of humour, he was witty and sharp and always had people in stitches, he was often the life and soul of the party. When we recently had a family gathering with some relatives from Australia and New Zealand he truly made it a day to remember for all of us. At the same time, he could be shy, he was humble and thoughtful and very caring. He would give the best presents, often things you hadn’t even thought of for yourself, but somehow it was always the perfect thing. He was so talented, I don’t think he was aware of how much I admired him for his talents and dedication to the things he loved, primarily his music, he played guitar so well and wrote, composed and recorded wonderful songs, although he didn’t believe they were good enough. They contain soul, passion and wisdom beyond his years and are at least a little of him that will live on. When he lived in Spain he learnt the language and integrated into life out there, he loved the fiestas, las fallas, the bull running or tomatina – the tomato throwing. That was the closest Miles had been to a tomato for many a year. He was learning the martial arts of kung fu and escrima and he had started writing a book and was loving the research and learning that he was doing for them and the challenges they presented. I will remember Miles, laughing, joking; I will remember our last day together where we had a tea towel flick fight and played badminton together. I will remember the outpouring of love and feeling that came to us from all who knew or had met him. It is wonderful to know that he was so well loved and respected by so many people. I do not think he knew truly how loved he was. He leaves a big hole in many lives and a lot of potential unfulfilled. I will miss him every day, but am blessed and honoured to call him my brother and to have so many wonderful memories. The brightest lights burn out the fastest Milo. Love you always. Kate xx