Feeling blue....
So on top of the Earthquake happening on Saturday, and wondering if family and friends were okay. Plus having work be absolutely mental, I also got a text message from my sister that one of my favourite Uncle's had passed away.
Uncle Denny was actually my mothers great uncle through marriage. As it is through maori families I was told as a nipper that he was my uncle and that's what I called him. There is a photo that I have of him and me when I was just one year old and it was my birthday. It has me trying to grab his bottle of beer, and he is just cracking up laughing. Uncle Denny (Dennis) always always always had this cheeky grin on his face. He always had time for you, and no matter what crap you wanted to talk about he would always listen. Sometimes he would offer advice, and other times he would just give you a hug.
I would stay with Uncle Denny and Aunty Buff (Bertha) when mum or dad would want some alone time. Or if Dad was in the Hospital in Dargaville, because they only live 5 minutes up the road, so my mum and i would stay there..
Uncle Denny was fun and funny. He had lots of stories to tell, he was an advid rugby player, a hard worker, and drove trucks until he couldn't. On a sunday you would find him in his favourite pub. He would always be good to pass out the window a packet of salt and vinegar chips and a bottle of rasberry fizzy.
He had a special way about him, and he had lots and lots of "favourites", but you never ever felt slighted, if you were with him, he gave you his full attention.
A few years ago, he suffered from a stroke, and after that he was unable to communicate like he used too. At times you would see the frustration in his eyes that he wasn't able to talk to you like the way he used too. In saying that, he never ever stopped laughing, until September 4th at 8.30am.
I will never forget him, and I would like to think that he is somewhere sitting with my Dad and Mum, his brothers and sisters, and they are sitting 'round having a jug or four and talking shite, and having a bloody good time.
Arohanui Uncle, you will be greatly missed.
Uncle Denny was actually my mothers great uncle through marriage. As it is through maori families I was told as a nipper that he was my uncle and that's what I called him. There is a photo that I have of him and me when I was just one year old and it was my birthday. It has me trying to grab his bottle of beer, and he is just cracking up laughing. Uncle Denny (Dennis) always always always had this cheeky grin on his face. He always had time for you, and no matter what crap you wanted to talk about he would always listen. Sometimes he would offer advice, and other times he would just give you a hug.
I would stay with Uncle Denny and Aunty Buff (Bertha) when mum or dad would want some alone time. Or if Dad was in the Hospital in Dargaville, because they only live 5 minutes up the road, so my mum and i would stay there..
Uncle Denny was fun and funny. He had lots of stories to tell, he was an advid rugby player, a hard worker, and drove trucks until he couldn't. On a sunday you would find him in his favourite pub. He would always be good to pass out the window a packet of salt and vinegar chips and a bottle of rasberry fizzy.
He had a special way about him, and he had lots and lots of "favourites", but you never ever felt slighted, if you were with him, he gave you his full attention.
A few years ago, he suffered from a stroke, and after that he was unable to communicate like he used too. At times you would see the frustration in his eyes that he wasn't able to talk to you like the way he used too. In saying that, he never ever stopped laughing, until September 4th at 8.30am.
I will never forget him, and I would like to think that he is somewhere sitting with my Dad and Mum, his brothers and sisters, and they are sitting 'round having a jug or four and talking shite, and having a bloody good time.
Arohanui Uncle, you will be greatly missed.