Graeme Holmes 

Graeme on the right and me with Claire on the left

My younger brother Graeme begins this very important yet incredibly difficult page within our foundation, how do you move on with only memories as the only connection left on this earth?  Writing has always been a friend, a pathway to understanding what occupies my chaotic mind, and as with everything else begins with the first step, words, paragraph, but then the magic kicks in – you cannot stop writing. I just get out of my own way and let the words come out as they do, no grammar, no judgment, no logical order in fact absolutely no rules. This is for me, I can always come back later and reorganise, see the reality of my emotions right there in front of me.

If you are reading this, I have not yet told my story, or for that matter Graemes and mine. I will return to this but I will leave this attempt for everyone to see and perhaps Graeme as well – a good place to carry on from when I return. Graeme, you were a burglar, while I honed my skills to become a professional golfer you had other skills, yes you could have been a pro, but you spotted the better odds in having a high handicap – lots of prizes, lots of toasters …until next time -Steve