Growing up together my big brother was, as most older brothers, annoying but fun. As children we often fought like cat and dog, but spats were quickly over . Jerry was always gregarious and popular; knew everyone, would talk to anyone; he would meet a total stranger on a train and at the end of the journey be best buddies with them. I spent my life known as ‘Jerry Duckett’s sister’, which I never resented - in truth I was secretly quite proud, and as teenagers, having an older brother with lots of friends was a huge bonus! Jerry was a clever man, - well read, well educated, and, above all, he had a phenomenal memory. I miss our long conversations; I am going to miss ‘our kid’.