Giggles rang through the living room. My brother Eamonn was pulling silly faces at my son, Cormac, 2, again.
A brilliant uncle and godfather to my boy, you couldn’t have asked for a better role model than Eamonn, 22.
With only 13 months between us, we were best friends, too.
Our dad, Eamonn Snr, 46, had been a professional boxer and seemed to have handed his golden gloves down to my little bro, whose own career in the ring was gathering pace.
Blessed with brains, too, he was studying for a degree in Engineering, and had set up a personal-training business.
We both still lived at home with our mum, Mary, 55.
So, one evening in May 2015, as Eamonn headed out, me and Mum both hung over the banister…
