Farewell uncle Peter.
On Friday we said farewell to Peter. A packed church followed him into the church yard, through the trees in the beautiful, golden sunlight, where he was buried a few yards away from his brother (my father).
Peter, you were a gentleman, a quiet man and a giving man. In my whole life I never met a kinder more giving man. I learned so much from you. So much.
Thanks you for those wise words and lessons in life. Now go and poke my father in the eye and tell him off for being such a bully to you sometimes! (Oh and say hi to Paul for me. Tell him I think about all three of you each day).