we all feared the worst, but with treatment, and strong genes, brett pulled through and after a long period of time was given the all clear, which as you can imagine was an amazing relief.
unfortunately, the elation was short lived, as i took a call from the big man that i didn’t ever want to hear, he had got cancer.
i remember i was driving, so i pulled over to be able to concentrate, and i just listened as moose told me what he had been told by the doctors. i told him that he would beat it, and in my head i believed he would, he was the moose, he could beat anything, but as we hung up the call i cried, uncontrollable tears, as i felt vulnerable for my friend.
the next couple of years were filled with the stuff that cancer brings, hope, despair, highs and lows, until the call i had dreaded, the big man’s voice was weak as he told me that it had spread to his liver, and we both knew this was the end, and neither of us could deny it.
i was numb.
i had taken the call on a family trip to london, and i was on regent street, and i remember the world just went into fast forward as i just stood there like in a dream sequence in a movie, numb, but no tears this time, just an emptiness with the realisation that i was going to lose my best friend in the world.
the next few months went by very quickly, moose didn’t want to see anyone as his body slowly shut down, ready to die. he was a proud man and didn’t want any of us to see him this way, and we respected his privacy.
then in mid february 2007 julie called us and said that he wanted to see his mates to say goodbye, and as i write this it makes me emotional thinking about the long journey up the a1 that ten of his closest friends made that day to see him for the last time ever.