Uncle Tommy

Just heard news from Mum that my uncle Tommy died yesterday morning in hospital. Very sad news. He was 89 and had been in hospital for the past few weeks after suffering a fall. He had been suffering from parkinson's for the past few years as well. He died around 6.30am. The nurse had taken him in a morning cup of tea and when she went back half an hour later he had passed.

He was a really great man, always had a smile and a joke no matter what was happening. I remember the tattoos he had on his arm, I was fascinated with them when I was a child, he had a mermaid tattoo and an anchor tattoo from being in the navy when he was younger. Also, when I used to work in the newspaper shop when I was a teenager he used to be down there at 6am every single morning to pick up his papers. He did that for years. We used to go to his house every Christmas too when him and my aunty would make us a big meal with loads of chocolate cake, blancmange, jellies, trifles and the like.

His passing is a slight sense of relief for my aunty and their side of the family as they were having to think about sorting out a nursing home for him as he was too sick to return to his own house but it will still be very hard for them to adjust, although the doctors had told my aunty he was too ill to return home if he made it through she was still in denial, talking about the adjustments she would need to make to the house for him, so at least things will be easier for them now.

So sad news to end what was otherwise an enjoyable weekend. And right when I'm preparing for my new job tomorrow as well. The world is a sad place sometimes.

RIP uncle tommy.