This phrase was often spoken by my Uncle Charlie, who was my only uncle as I come from a small family — small at least in recent generations.
|Uncle Charlie and me one Christmas getting close to fifty years ago.|
It's strange to me to think that I am a fair bit older now than he was when he passed on, but it's odd how I still picture him as older than I.
He was a good guy, and his funeral was almost the first that I attended, so I was quite broken up about his passing. I don't know if it's good or bad that we get more accustomed to funerals as time goes on.
=============Since I was already in the [digital] family album to retrieve this photo, I thought I might as well post a picture of his dad: my maternal grandfather. I was likely 4 or 5 at the time of this snap. He lived for about another 5 years.
Finally, I think this is the oldest photo from that line of the family: his mother with one of grandpa's brothers (I think), back in England.
I am pretty sure that I have posted these photos before, or at least the first two, but I am likely saying something different. Besides, old folk are known to repeat themselves. It's almost the norm. lol