A sad day.

Today was my uncles funeral. Andrew was my Moms youngest brother and was only 46 when he died. With the majority of Moms family being Irish (and Andrew wishing he had been) the wake was spent drinking and listening to music by Madness (his favourite). There were loads of old photos floating around and this is one of me on Andrews shoulders when I was a baby.  
Days like today make you realise life is short and you need to make the most of it.