My Uncle John died on Wednesday.<\/p>\n
He was my Mum’s wee brother and the only family adult when I was a teen who REALLY understood the zen of rugby.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
This quote comes to mind …<\/p>\n
“There are places in the heart that do not yet exist, suffering has to enter in for them to be…” Leon Bloy<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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\u00a0 a life well lived.<\/p>\n
I raise a glass to my Uncle John, while his tune is over, his melody remains.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading