Uncle Owen

Uncle Owen on the right, with his middle son Ross. Me on the step,
scratching my knee.

My Uncle Owen died on the weekend. He was the only uncle I ever really knew.Though not a blood uncle he was a significant presence in my life from the start and always took a genuine and keen interest in what I was doing.

He added value to my life and to the lives of his children and many others, which is all that anyone can hope to do. He lived a full and long life, running a boys' school for many years and being an involved husband and father - and uncle.




Still it seems he went too soon. I will miss him.