I was five when Matthew was born, he would always be my little brother although he grew much taller and stronger than me pretty quickly. Naughty and mischievous, his blonde hair, blue eyes and ability to get out of trouble made Samantha and I tease Mum and Dad that he was the favourite.

There are no words to describe the loss I feel. We should have grown old together, Matthew, Samantha and I. We should have taken turns in hosting Christmas, our children should have played together.

Matthew was too young to be taken from us, he had such a passion for life and so many dreams he would have achieved. Despite the fact he didn't get the chance to fulfil his potential I couldn't be prouder of him. He never once complained or said life wasn't fair. Despite the pain and the discomfort he didn't moan or make a fuss. He faced his illness with dignity and courage. He was an inspiration to me and I hope will be to others.

I know my world will be a poorer place for losing him, an empty chair at the Christmas table, a void in our family that can never be filled. He gave us so much in his 26 years, enough for us to remember him for a lifetime. My baby brother, taken too soon, never forgotten and so very loved xx