Uncle John

My Uncle John died on Wednesday.

He was my Mum’s wee brother and the only family adult when I was a teen who REALLY understood the zen of rugby.

In the eyes of his nephews and nieces he was the sort of Uncle whose visits were looked forward to as there would always be jokes, smiles and a sparkly twinkle of the devil in the eye.

This quote comes to mind …

“There are places in the heart that do not yet exist, suffering has to enter in for them to be…” Leon Bloy

A new place has entered the hearts of those for whom the slender thread of life had the good fortune to intertwine with Uncle John’s. For me it is a place of light, smiles and the echos of  a life well lived.

I raise a glass to my Uncle John, while his tune is over, his melody remains.