RIP, Uncle Bob
RIP
We recently had the sad news that Dad’s brother, my Uncle Bob, had passed away.
Dad and I made a rushed trip to Queensland for the funeral in his old home town of Yelarbon. It had been 22 years since I was last in that part of the world, so our journey was also a trip down memory lane for me – visiting places I’d almost forgotten, catching up with relatives not seen for years (or younger members of the clan whom I’ve never met before).