When my sister died, it wasn’t just her own childhood memories that disappeared. Mine did too | Jason Hazeley

Millie had fantastic recall, unlike mine. Now there are parts of my past - and myself - that I'll never be able to remember

I was midway through Kathryn Mannix's With the End in Mind when it happened. It's a comforting book - the author is a palliative care consultant - that describes the basics of a good death: a diminuendo. The mind fades. The breath slows. Inevitably, gently, life stops.

And then I got the call: my sister Millie had died. Her death, at the age of 47, was sudden and unexpected. She was my only sibling - four years younger than me. I put the book down. I'll probably never finish it.

Jason Hazeley is a comedy writer who is partly responsible for TV untellectual Philomena Cunk

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