I don't know all the reasons why you did it Uncle H but I’m so sorry that your head had obviously gotten into such a dark place that taking your own life seemed your only option for release.
Out of the three Uncles I have you were the only one that deserved the name Uncle.
Rest in peace, you will forever live in my memory with your leg twitching up and down, using your jean leg as an ashtray for your rollies, rubbing the ash into the denim and for all the wonderful woodwork you did.
Unfortunately these bloody awful things always seem to come in threes, last night I discovered that a girl I knew from school (who weirdly ended up married to my ex's cousin) lost her fight against her fourth lot of Cancer. And this morning before the police turned up on my Mum's doorstep in the afternoon, I found out that a friend from school's Mum lost her battle with a brain tumour last week. I remember sitting at her kitchen table as a wee Taz, they had such a happy family.
Sorry but I may not be completing my post a day February Challenge as I take some time to process all this.