It was Thursday November 4th early morning when I received a call from my niece in the UK, at 5.15 am.
I dreaded answering the phone as I knew that at this early morning, 3.15 am UK time, it could only have beeñ bad news
Eric had been in and out of hospital for about 5 months.
He had severe pains in his joints and it wasnt for 4 months that he was diagnosed . Myeloma Cancer of the bones.
He would have been 82 on December 27th.
He wasn't just my older brother but my best mate.
The last time I saw him was last year when he came to Cyprus and stayed for 6 weeks.
We were different characters but got on together so well.
Eric was such a charachter, an eccentric who was loved by all, a generous man with a huge heart.
I called my doctor the following day and asked if I could fly, he responded, " Don't even think about it". My wound from my recent operation although almost healed would be at risk.
His funeral in Margate UK, was on November 25th, my younger brother and his son attended.
In 1953, when the earthquake struck my village, Eric saved my life, we were sharing a bed, he almost 14 and I 7 and half.
He carrued me out of collapsing house sustain8ng head injuries and took me to a safe place.
RIP Eric.