A tribute to Uncle Clive.

On Tuesday I lost a really great mate - my Uncle Clive. 

Although my mum and dad had known him for 27 years, I had only known him for 3 years, but that is most of my short life! He was a regular visitor to our house here in Montazels and he and I always had loads of fun together. I used to sit up with them when he and dad had their "evening discussions" with some of the bottle stuff, and, in his fitter moments, even joined me on a few of my walks. But it was our special moments together that I will always remember, with me curled up on his lap.

I know my mum and dad are really sad as well, but they too will recall the happy times - his infectious laughter, his irreverent comments on life, and his great kindness.

I do hope that the rest of his lovely family - Auntie Cathy, Grant, and Becky - will still come and visit us, but at the moment I am really sad for them and hope that they can take strength from the fact that he was a super bloke who was loved by everyone, including me.

The Brigdale family and me

Bon voyage, Uncle Clive, to wherever you are headed now. Thanks for being my mate.