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My brother Tim was larger than life. I know it’s a cliché, but he really was. He was tall with dark hair, a large grin and loud. Really quite loud. Funny, caring, always up for whatever life threw at him. Except for what happened one January evening, 2002. He wasn’t ready for that. None of us was ready for that.
I’m the eldest of three siblings. My sister Alex was born a few years after me and then, shortly after, along came Tim. We grew up in idyllic surroundings in the small and very beautiful village of Beaulieu in