My baby brother is 21 now. How did that happen? How am I 23 already? These questions are old and boring (quite like myself) so I’ll let them lie and tell you a little bit about Eoin.

Eoin has been about seven million feet tall since he was 12. For a brief period he grew really quickly, so quickly that his brain didn’t know where his body ended and the world began. He was all limbs and no coordination. 

His feet are like boats. I can wear my shoes and his shoes at the same time. 

He believes he was born to wear suits. Buying one for his debs was a monumental moment in his young suit wearing career.

He used to be a terrible hugger. I think it was to do with his height but every time he would hug you he would just flop and lean his whole weight on you…which was a lot to bear. It took some teaching but my mum and I finally got him to give good, strong, bear hugs. 

When I am mad at him he picks me up and turns me upside down. It is awful and cruel and bullying because he can do it just because he is bigger than me but it works. I usually end up laughing. 

He cooks the best puttanesca ever. You will want to stuff your face with it. 

On the 31st of January 2013, at a dinner for my mum’s birthday, he said “intelligence is a burden that I unfortunately carry”—self esteem is clearly not an issue for Eoin. 

I miss him like crazy and am so sad that I can’t hug him today and stuff my face with cake and tapas.

Eoin you are the best, 21 is going to be a good, good year for you. I love you. x