One of my favorite uncles died on Saturday. He had been battling a brain tumor for the last ten to fifteen years and despite that was always so cheerful and cynical and funny -- and active; it was in remission until the last year or so and he had all of his marbles and then some.
He and my aunt traveled the world (Africa in the 70s by VW minibus, Russia in the 80s on the Orient Express, sailed to Belize and back), never had kids but would send my sister and I bizarre knick-knacks from the ends of the earth.
He loved a good drink, a good party, a good argument and my aunt. Hope you're having a good piss-up where ever you are, Uncle Peter!

Peter and Trixie, summer 2004
Posted by designatedgirl at March 12, 2007 11:16 PMVery well said, Cori. We'll surely miss him.
Posted by: Sandra at March 26, 2007 06:44 AM