I'm sorry to write that my uncle Peter, one of Dad's brothers passed away yesterday afternoon. Peter was the second eldest of the seven siblings, and was closest in both appearance and character to my father.  Like Dad, he had a laid back style.  He and his wife Francoise lived in Newark where they raised their three children, my cousins Sian, Rhiannon and Guillame.  

He was diagnosed with bladder cancer a couple of years ago, and initially we thought he was recovering but sadly it came back.  Pete dealt with it in a typically low key style, and with his customary humour. 

Pete's passing is almost a year to the day after Dad's birthday and the anniversary of his funeral.  It still seems very sudden. 

Rest in peace, uncle Peter.