Gibbs you were the best little brother a guy could have. When we were kids I took you everywhere with me.  Having you with me has given me the best memories of my childhood.  I remember clearly how we'd  go out late just riding on our bikes till mum and dad went crazy waiting for us. Or how we'd get into situations with the kids from up the road. Or how you helped me 'get down' from a tree and nearly broke my back. I even remember being at lady Margaret primary school when you must have been about 5. That's when me and a group of kids in your class came up with the name Gibbs. You must have liked that nickname coz it stuck with you forever.  We got into trouble together and somehow we always got out of trouble together.  I didn't know at the time what it means to have a baby brother to follow me around. It's so true what they say about not knowing what you have till it's gone. I would give anything now to have those days back now.  I miss you bro. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you as much when we grew up. I'm sorry I missed your phone call on June 29th. I'm sorry we didn't have more time together. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you in the final moments like I was there to protect you for the first 20 odd years.  I hope I'll see you again one day so I can tell you this to your face. Until then, enjoy your heaven. Be at peace. Much love. Dav.