Robert was my godfather. He always sent me an advent candle, which I loved getting each year. No one else ever had one and I got to play with matches and burn a portion down each day. My family and Robert and Judith (whom I always called Uncle and Aunty - even though they weren't) and Sarah spent most Easters with us. We would climb mountains and have birthdays together. I remember those times so well - even in the midst of being a grumpy teenager. In between those times, he and Judith and Sarah would appear whenever a tree needed cutting down. We would all go logging together.
I always thought that things would stay the same... I hadn't seen him for a long time - life gets in the way and you always think there's time and that they will always be there...but they're not. I'm so utterly sorry that he is no longer around. It feels as if my past has disappeared a little bit too. I will miss you but I will always remember the wet times in Wales with Mrs Jones and her moustache and walking up Cader Idris and the times at Cleebarrow in the Lake District xxx All my love xxx
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