Me Uncle Tim and my Dad
I was so excited when Dad said that Uncle Tim was coming to stay. He had visited many times during my c***dhood and I had loved him like an older brother. He was a late addition to his family being a full 12 years younger than my Dad. So at 33 he was in between what was my Parents generation and my own. I was 19 that summer and was enjoying the holidays before my second year at University. He arrived with the usual fanfare, my Parents were so happy to see him. He hugged my Dad hard as even...