The Man from Uncle

It's a year ago today that my Uncle Alec died. He was a fit and active working 67 year old. He had survived 25 days on a life support machine but in the end his heart, the final organ with life in it, stopped beating on 22/10/11 at 12.40pm.

Alec was hit by a bus. He was crossing a busy road in London near his office, the same one he had crossed for the past thirty years. On this occasion, as usual, he walked on the pelican crossing. I gather that CCTV footage shows when he stepped out it was a green man.

I'm not here to apportion blame. Today, like his wife, children, brother, sister, nephew and nieces, I'm just reminded of the sadness of our huge loss and remembering a lovely man. We used to walk by the River Humber together.



The Man from Uncle Poem