I spoke to my Aunty May tonight. My Uncle Graeme passed away a few days ago. He was 90, had a full life and enjoyed it to the fullest. In the last few years, his failing health and fading memory made things tricky for him and his carers, but have wheelchair will travel. He kept up his good spirits until the end.
He had been a major in the British regiment and served his country well in his time. I remember his fond tales of his running club with his mates. They would run for a stretch, saunter to the nearest pub for a pint, and then run a little more to the next watering hole for another pint!
So please say a prayer in memory of my fun-loving uncle. May his charm and roguish wit brighten up the place in Heaven.
