John Wigglesworth (25/08/1985 - 17/01/2008) On the dreadful day of the 17th of January 2008 at around 2:00 am, just a week after my birthday, my brother made the fatal mistake of driving home after a night shift whilst tired. This one mistake cost him his life, the only consolation was that no one else was involved. Even though he made this horrendous mistake, I feel so honoured to be able to call myself his sister. He was such an amazing man and an even more amazing brother - the best I could have ever wished for. He was so caring and loving and had this laid back attitude and great sense of humour, something which attracted people to him. This was shown at his funeral when the whole church was packed out and we received lots of cards and flowers from well wishers. I have so many memories of us both growing up and playing together with our cousins on the climbing frame and acting out books that he had read, with me being absolutely clueless, but playing along regardless. Those times were so much fun. I was never into football, and still aren’t, but I remember watching him play and seeing how free and happy he was with the ball at his feet out on the fields and how gripping it was just watching him run around with his team mates - it was as if there was another world. I admit I was an annoying sister but he was so patient with me when everyone else would lose their rag. We never argued and we'd had our heart to hearts, I felt I could tell him anything. I used to tell everyone I met about him and I will continue to do so, as I am so proud to have had a brother like him. A lot of sisters and brothers won't freely say they love their siblings but me -I just didn't care because I saw myself as lucky. He always used to ask about the things that I did; whether it be Uni or on nights out and he always seemed truly interested. He used to tease me, like all brothers do to their little sisters, but I knew by his face, his smile and giggle that inside he didn’t really mean it. He'll be forever in my heart and I love him just as much now, if not more, as I did back then and I always will. I just wish we could turn back time and have him back here so he could have watched me get married and see me carrying his second nephew, but that is never going to be. I just hope that other people will hear this story and realise that driving tired is fatal and people shouldn't even contemplate taking the risk behind the wheel. I would have much rather have had my brother pay for a taxi and get driven home safe than to be driven in an ambulance to the local morgue and I'm sure he would have too. R.I.P Big Brother love from Jess xxxxx