Today it is my Uncle Christy’s memorial service. He died a month ago and hadn’t been in good health for a while. I last saw him in November, and in some ways he was still the same Uncle Christy I always remembered – sharp as a tack, funny – but it was clear he wasn’t very well. I’m glad I got to see him one last time.
He was the last of my uncles, and I think for my mum it’s particularly hard, knowing she’s the last one of her siblings left – a reminder of her own mortality and the passing of time, of those lost. This much-loved photo of my mum and her brothers as children serves as a poignant reminder that once there were four. Now there is only one.
[…] second photo is of me and my sister with our relatives from Canada – my Dutch-born aunt, my Uncle and our cousins. I love the maxi dresses my aunt and my cousin Shirley are wearing – so cool. […]
My thoughts are with you all and especially your mum. That is a beautiful photo and one that wil bring happier memories for her in time
That’s such a fantastic picture. Great blog. Sincere condolences.