James Bryant ... my brother, Keven (1964-1975)
MY brother, Keven flashed into this world on 20 May 1964 and like a passing comet left it just as quickly. He lived just ten years, dying of cancer before his eleventh birthday and a cruel fate for someone so young who never had the chance to taste life.
My parents, realizing the inevitable, cramped his short life with so much love that I can't do them justice in these black lines, instead I'll try to illuminate his short life through some coloured photos. See also Keven's last birthday.
In the final year Keven's body was riddled with cancer but his mind and spirit never succumbed to the malignant tumours inside him. Right to the end he remained a cheerful person despite the pain. He died at home with all his family and friends around him on 4 May 1975, his last words to my father were, "You are my Dad, my best friend."
Keven is buried in Lucks Lane cemetery in Buckden, Cambridgeshire. My father, who died in 1998, lies alongside him which is a fitting tribute for during Keven's short life he was always there for him night and day and so it continues...
Throughout my life Keven is an inspiration to me. And when the going gets tough I remind myself how lucky I'm to be alive and then like the sun that breaks through the darkest cloud I see the light.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions (Hamlet, Will Shakespeare)