Mick was the sort of uncle every family needs
relentlessly cheerful
always good for a beer
a story
a party.
Glass never half empty – “it was bloody half full”
life was to be enjoyed.
He did.
Travel
sport
family
business
with finesse, success and zest.
He fell unexpectedly and swiftly ill
terminally
disarmingly confessing to too much
booze
fags
and cholesterol.
No blame
no regrets
“ drink enough water it will kill a man.”
Funeral arrangements?
A brief service
religion not necessary
a tab on the bar at the local afterwards
err… ah… um… one question
cremation or burial ?
“Surprise me.”
Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry 