And so the sun sets ...

This morning, shortly before 7am, our Uncle Bob died. I say 'our' because even though I only married into Uncle Bob as the wife of his nephew, it certainly felt like he was mine as well.

We knew for a while he was terminally ill and with the pragmatism of a true farmer, Uncle Bob made sure his affairs were in order. People were called, things were arranged. He made sure he was ready.
We knew the end was near when last night's update said that he was no longer responsive. When his son tried to make him more comfortable and explained how he was arranging the pillows under his arms, Uncle Bob said: "You mean my wings."


"Some bright morning when this life is o'er, I'll Fly Away"