a couple of hours ago i received news that my great-uncle Harold, The Patriarch, had finally gone to be with his maker.
i dont have the words right now to tell you about the man but neither can i leave my latest post as my statement for this moment in time.
some time ago i visited a confused and sick old man and in a moment of family reminiscence i recalled my small girl's dream of marrying my cousin, his grandson. "you could have done worse" came the reply and after a moment of reflection "and so could he".
i think that small exchange will live in my memory forever, the very rare seal of approval of a man who showed love mostly by expecting the best and only the best.