Tuesday, 27 December 2016

Sad Day

Me being flowergirl at Aunt and Uncles wedding...

Sad news this morning (26th) when the phone rung, normally I let it go to the answer machine to avoid having to get stroppy with nuisance callers. But, that sixth sense that we all seem to develop for family and friends in trouble kicked in and I answered it. My Uncle Joe had been in hospital, I had visited him on Thursday passed and even to my untrained in medicine eye, I knew he wouldn't be coming back to the home he had once shared with my Aunt Jenny. As some of you who follow my blog will know Auntie left us in October 2015 after a short but awful fight with cancer. Cancer of a different kind had ate at Uncle before and since then and cousin Jim was phoning to tell me that early this morning his big heart had stopped. Sad though I am, I'm so glad that his pain is over and he will be at peace hopefully reunited with my Aunt.
He and my Aunt were very good to me and my brother Steven after my Dad died. It was difficult caring for both Mum who had Alzheimer's and Steven who is severely handicapped but they kindly helped lighten the load. Uncle loved helping me in the garden and often took Steven to watch his beloved Knockentiber Amateurs play.
Instead of tears I will remember them both with fun, lots of smiles and much laughter. I will finish with a story that my Dad used to love telling us. When Mum and Dad first got married they lived with my Mum's Aunt Nan who lived in Crosshouse. After a wee while the council offered them a flat in an upstairs, downstairs house in Knockentiber. Being just starting out they didn't have much in the way of furniture so my Gran offered them a wardrobe. Dad and Uncle Joe decided to carry the wardrobe all the way from Gran's in Crosshouse to Knockentiber. Theres rather a steep brae to contend with and when they had got themselves and the wardrobe to the top they needed a rest. In the distance they could see a woman coming so daft idiots that they were they both hid in the wardrobe and waited till this poor soul was passing. They then proceeded to chap on the doors of the wardrobe shouting "Let me out, let me out". When they got out this poor wee woman was running down the hill as fast as her legs would carry her. So, now you know where my madness comes from...smile!
Love and miss you forever Uncle xxxx  


John Simlett said...

You do well to set things within the full-circle of life, Elizabeth, allowing the good memories to balance the sad.

My deepest sympathy for your sad loss

Linda Shantz said...

I'm so sorry about your uncle, Elizabeth. I love that you have great memories and stories to relive, though! Hugs!

Elizabeth McCrindle said...

Thanks John and Linda for our lovely comments. He is going to be much missed but the memories live on xx