New.Life
I owe everything to my uncle. In the family he had always been considered the crazy one. He was my dad’s twin brother but unlike him in so many ways. At 50 he was still single and seemed to be living a carefree crazy existence. I loved it when he came to visit it was always a whirlwind week of good fun, restaurants clubbing and generally going wild, so unlike my family life and what my dad seemed to do with his life. And then six months ago we got the news that he had died somewhere down in South America in a freak aeroplane accident. Mum, dad and me where his only family and a couple of days after the funeral we were there for the opening of his will. He had left me …