Uncle Tommy

Uncle Tommy died last night. We're not sure how, think it was a massive stroke or heart attack. He was pretty old - I think he was 89 so he had a good life, a good innings, a good shot.

I saw him just a couple of weeks ago, we rode the bus together for a couple of stops, I gave him a kiss and hug goodbye and off I went. I'm happy I had that opportunity. He was a good bloke and a nice man. He walked my mum down the aisle when she got married because she dad was missing in action.

Whenever someone dies it reaffirms 2 things for me.

1. Life is precious and is not to be taken for granted of
2. We hope we are going to live to be 89 but it may not be that way.

Longevity runs in my family. We all live to be about a thousand. Well, not all of us. Cousin Matthew didn't make it to 16 which was especially sad. If I live to be an old lady I don't want to have any regrets in my life. Hey, if I get hit by a bus today I don't either!

Anyway, here's to Uncle Tommy. I will burn the candle for you tonight.