My early years I remembered my brother Edward Kenrick who was four yesrs older than me, was very protective of me. He called me his little sister and i looked up to him as a bigger brother all wise and knowledgeable. He loved to play cricket and football, and singing was his passion. So we took turns singing with a hairbrush in hand, the four of us, my older sister Lauraine, Edward, my younger brother Roger (deceased) and I.
As we got older i remembered the times my dad locked him out of the house after he came in late from liming with his friends. I would secretly open the door for him, needless to say I always got in trouble with my dad but I didn't care, I loved my brother and we were close.
He told me of his dreams and aspirations and the girl he wanted to marry one day (my sister in law Rascheida). Their marriage lasted for 58 long happy years with two beautiful children, Natasha and Edward ||| (deceased). Those were happy times when i would visit them at their home. They always went out of their way to accomodate me, taking me on trips.
My brother was a man of courage, strength, principles, high ideals and very disciplined. He was always good on advice, praise and taught me to always value myself as a person.
I now understand the message in those songs that you sent me. Rest in my dear brother, you're now one of my broken souvenirs💔. I will always love you.