It's not like the Easter Bunny...

I'm back fom my uncle's funeral today. I'm sure I posted about this before but I don't really have the energy to go back and read it right now. I was meant to go down to visit him last weekend because he was going downhill and I ended up getting tonsilities and could barely move. I was off work until Thursday so  was going to go down Friday after work.

I got the call on Thursday evening to say he'd passed away.

In hindsight, I wished I'd just travelled even though I wasn't feeling well. It's a regret I'm always going to have that I didn't get to see him one last time. I spent so many weeks of my life ever summer as a child in his house and he was really one of a kind. I'm not going to say I knew him immensely well but there was really no bullshit about him and I liked that.

Where ever he is now I hope he has a glass of whiskey in one hand and a good book in the other.