My Brother, Michael Clark.
Yep. My eldest brother.
Mikey Mike. I miss you man. Not a day passes when I don't think about you. You're always there. I look at your son, Joseph and he's you. His intense look of concentration. Happy go lucky way of life. The quirky grin. His talent for scramblers. His intelligence.
For the short years you had with him you raised him well. You should be proud, Mikey. As mum and dad were of you.
The eldest of 8 couldn't have been easy. You had to set the benchmark. But you had enough strength of character to do it.
My best memory with you was the Football match and teaching me how to do burnouts on my Ducati 500. When we were kids you always let me come with you wherever. You used to put me on your shoulders and carry me to wherever you were going. Used to call me the Scouse Kid Superhero. Course I laughed at that you freak! Sometimes you'd even let me ride your scrambler when I got older.
You were the first one to get me legally drunk. Don't know how you coped in getting me home as you told me at one point I fell asleep on the pavement. I'm glad you were there though. We'd had a right laugh.
When I had my bike accident I'd nearly died. Mum told me you were all there. They'd left one night to go sleep and you stayed. Mum came back and as she walked in you'd talked me awake. I just remember seeing you and falling back asleep.
I wish with all my strength you were still here. So many things since, Mikey. I just wanted to write you. To say I love you, I miss you and i always will.
You're my big brother. You'll always be Mikey Mike, Critterhead.
I love you forever big bruv. Rest in peace. See you again someday. Have that JD waitin. Goodnight Mike xxxxxx