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Do not go gentle into that goodnight

By Stephen

Warren was my youngest brother and he was also a dear friend. Warren was also very close to my other brother Greg and the three of us grew up together, bonded by blood and love - we were inseparable. As brothers three we would live, socialise, laugh and make mistakes together. Our lives were full, exciting, serious and wild.

Our mother Margo would display the wisdom of Job and more importantly employ the patience to watch an ice age thaw as we boys, with carelessness and with impunity, enjoyed our lives to the fullest. We three boys embraced life in a fashion that was seen and noted by many observers as impressive, tasting whatever delights life could serve up yet without a hint of selfishness or over indulgence.

We were imperfect and some would say occasionally 'found out' but we consumed life without fear or favour. As brothers we were courteous and polite, ready with a smile or an antic that would bring rapturous joy and delight to many, if not all, that came in contact with the three of us.

Warren especially had a sense of humour that knew few bounds and his larrikin ways were the stuff of legend.

One morning, just three days prior to Warren's 26th birthday, tragedy struck and Warren was in an accident that involved a massive head injury. He was induced into a coma and kept alive by life support. Bravely young Warren hung tough and occasionally brief signs of life would inspire hope but after an overwhelming three day bed side vigil and enormous effort from a team of doctors and nurses displaying a courage and strength few could imagine, all the best joint efforts in the world could not revive Warren from his deep coma.

Sadly on Warren's birthday a decision was made to turn off his life support. My youngest brother was 'officially' pronounced as deceased two days later. From that second on our lives were changed forever. A mother and father would lose a son far too prematurely and three brothers would be torn apart forever.

Warren was a fit and strong young man. While under immense distress, but sensitively and politely, we were asked about the delicate subject of organ donation.

Warren was generous and in keeping with his spirit and self-sacrificing attitude in life we wanted to preserve and continue his legacy of giving. It seemed not only the right and moral thing to do but it was in keeping with Warren's lust for life. We were convinced that Warren would have wanted, indeed he would have demanded, the brave choice be made that in death he would generate life in others. It's with immense sadness I write these words but it must be acknowledged that during an event so disastrous, incredibly, happiness can be found.

I hope Warren's recipients are living prosperous and fulfilling lives and that my young brother's 'light of life' glows on and shines bright in others for eternity.

Stephen