Day I don’t know + 1 of self-isolation — Uncle Oskar

While my migraine has broken and I woke up full of beans (ended up weeding and sweeping out my alleyway), across the country someways, a real proper, decent, caring, loving man I know — having fought so hard against so much — died in intensive care.

The kidney failure couldn’t get him, and while the leukaemia tried its best, he had that by its throat — it’s covid that took Uncle Oskar from us.

Big smile.

Kind heart.

All love.

While Uncle Oskar has been an uncle to me by proxy, he’s been the best damn uncle I know.

Good night, sir.

I appreciate the times we’ve shared.

Tomos James

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