I stayed close to my little family this weekend. It was more important than ever that I held them close to me. Cliches are, unfortunately, often true. When you face the possibility of losing someone that you love you realise all the things you should have said, the things you should have done, how you should have shown you cared. We found out on Friday that one of my brothers has cancer. I've thought a lot in these few days about my life with him, my other brothers and my parents and then my own small family. The things you take for granted, the issues you think are huge day to day which are really nothing at all. I complain quite a bit, even if most of it is just to myself, where really I have so much to be happy about and the things that bother me, I just need to pull my finger out and get on with it. I feel a little shamed that I am so self indulgent, that it takes something like this to make me acknowledge it. This isn't about me though, it's about him, about our whole family. It's about making the most of your life, of living it, for there is only one and you need to make every day count.