Today, I came to this blog after a major failure in hosting, whereby many of my posts have been lost. I’m trying to find all the lost material, in order to repost it, and that may take some time.
Meantime, I found this post marked as scheduled, but unposted in the internal workings. It is late, very late, given that we are now in late November of 2017. Even more water has flown under the bridges of life, many more babies have been born and are growing and thriving, for instance. My memories of Paul are as strong as ever, and in this week when his son has announced his own impending fatherhood, it seems appropriate to post this old piece, late though it is, for the sentiments remain.
It’s Sunday, 24th March 2013
A year ago today, my eldest brother died. It’s been a weird sort of year but we are getting ourselves all together now, in some sort of heap even if the Holy Grail of a tidy pile eludes us still.
Paul’s passing has given us all (his siblings) a swift kick up the Khyber and the realisation that we are mortals has not been an easy one. In our family, the early passing of siblings is not a new thing. My mother and aunts have lost both of their brothers, long before they should have died. They were both taken swiftly, like Paul was. It behoves me at this time to make an apology to my Aunties, who were there to hold me up and support me and my brothers and sister when Paul died and it might have appeared that I did not remember they had gone through similar situations too. I had not forgotten, I have not forgotten. We miss them all. They leave gaps in our lives that should be filled with mickey taking and hugs, brotherly mischief and love, all in equal measure.
Today then, I make special mention not just of Paul Reuben Williams (Perkins), my brother, who was always there if any one of us needed him. I also remember with love, Robert Massingham and David Massingham, my Uncles, of whom I have treasured memories. I know you all watch over us, bless you all.