Words

My uncle lost his battle with cancer yesterday.

He had been fighting it for a while but had gotten worse over the past few weeks and was in hospital in a very bad way.

I last saw him in September of 2007 when he came over from Ireland to visit and - as I sit here and type - all I can think of is the final evening he spent here.

At dinner, he asked me if I wanted to go to the pub with him. I was reluctant to go at first but there was something he said which make me decide to go.

'We may never see each other again'.

And he was so right.

I'm glad I went more now than I did back then, if that makes sense.