I received an email today from my Aunt Jean in Glasgow to say that my Uncle Ian has passed away. More sadness. More missing my family in Britain. More realizations that as I age, so do my Aunts and Uncles and I can no longer pretend that they will be around forever. Not that I really was. I am fully aware that we are all born, we live and then we die. I'm just not ready for that generation of my family to start with the dying part!!
Uncle Ian was my Aunt May's older brother. Double tragedy for that family this year and my heart goes out to them all. I so wish I could be there! He has been ill for a long time now and very recently had surgery to try to correct a previous surgical wound that wasn't healing. While his death does not come as a total shock, he will be sorely missed by all.
I looked back at my pictures of our trip in 2004 with Marley but I have no pictures of Uncle Ian from then. That makes me sad. He was always an intrinsical part of my visits there! I remember him as a tall, quiet man who always picked me up and dropped me off at the airport in Glasgow. He was so attentive to my Grandpa Jackson and Aunts Jean and Moira. He was a kind and gentle soul and I will miss him.
Good bye Uncle Ian. See you again someday.