I learned today that my dear Uncle Sean is on life support in hospital in Ireland after falling into a diabetic coma.
This afternoon he was read the last rites.
The doctors asked (begged) him to cut down on his drinking but being the Irish larrikin that he is, he didn’t.
A man of great patience and humour, I will never forget the summers Aine, Jessie, Patrick and I spent looking for leprechauns with him. Or how much he loved spotting trains and trams. Or how he dreamed of one day visiting California.
It is hard to think of a man who was so full of life and great stories and the most incredibly funny practical jokes being so desperately ill.
I am praying he recovers.