Sad Times

You may remember my post back in March when my dad's eldest brother passed away. We got another upsetting telephone call recently letting us know that his other brother has now also passed away, it's his funeral tomorrow. You may remember my post about his 80th Birthday Celebrations in January. He had such a lovely day, and it means such a lot that all his family came together for him at that time.

It's been a terrible year for my dad's family, both his brothers dying, my dad having his heart attack and his sister has had to be taken in to a nursing home as she is suffering from Alzheimer's as did their dad and my dad's eldest brother.

This is a photo of my dad and his brothers and sister. My dad is the youngest, second from the right. I don't know how old he was in this photo but he can remember that they weren't allowed to wear long trousers until they had left school, which would make his eldest brother fourteen in the photo, and my dad eight, though I think he looks younger than eight. The year would be 1941.

My mum got a phone call a few days after we'd heard about my dad's brother letting her know that her brother has also passed away. They say these things come in threes, I sincerely hope not.