This afternoon, my amazing uncle passed away. He’d been in the hospital for a while and we knew it was coming but it didn’t make it any easier.
He was a great man who always had time for me. When I was little I used to go to family dinner parties at my aunts house and being the youngest, I got very bored. I used to crawl under the table and grab Gary’s legs so he’d get up and spin me around and throw me in the air. This earned him the nickname ‘wicked uncle Gary’.
Losing him breaks my heart but it has also made me realise what an amazing family I have.
I got this locket from my Grandma for my 21st birthday. It’s the first gift my grandad ever gave her when they got engaged. It has a lovely little photo of him in his uniform and I wear it almost every day. Every time I look at it I think of him so today I stuck a little photo of Gary in next to him.
R.I.P Gary. I love you more than you could ever know.