Uncle Frank

Well, for those of you that don't know, my uncle frank died on Saturday at 8.00 am.

I met auntie Joan and her friends Steve and Lynne at uncle franks local, as they were clearing out he remnants of Uncle franks possessions using a Transit sized van.

I broke down in tears at the pub as I hugged auntie Joan. Poor uncle frank. After his divorce and mum's murder he just lost the will to live, he was destroyed inside. Bernie (his lodger) said that the last time he ate was three weeks before he died.  Apparently Bernie made a Sunday roast with Yorkshire puds and everything. Frank ate one potato and chucked the rest in the bin.  He just wasn't interested. I feel bad because it was only 4 days before his death that I had spoken to him and arranged to get a telly for him. I should  have stayed in touch with him more.

He wouldn't eat, he didn't take his tablets and he was ill. His liver was in terrible condition, he was very yellow (jaundice) his heart was enlarged, he had fluid on his lungs and knees and several other medical conditions.

more soon.