I remember the last time I saw Chris alive. I was stunned at how much he had aged and how haggard he looked. I remember watching him walk into the room, ignoring me, but still, despite his broken nose, missing teeth, he held his head up.
I thought it was pitiful, I thought it was incredibly sad, it made me angry.
At one point when he'd left the room, I questioned Nicole about his health, his happiness. She said he was doing OK.
Obviously I spoke to him, not at any great length though. Arthur spent more time talking outside with him. He had a quick play with Olivia, it was nice.
We swapped numbers and I hugged him. The last thing I said to him was - "Could you please get some counselling? I think it would really help".
"Nah, I'm right thanks sis!" he said.
Mum used to call him George.
Two years ago marked the end of his time on this earth, but I also think that surely it must have meant the beginning of real happiness for him somewhere else.
He deserved to experience that, we all do.
I'm thinking of you today Chris, as I do every day.