Uncle Jim, I am remembering the times we would mess around in your mounds of dirt as children. Staying at your house and have regular visits to you and Auntie Jill on Saturdays with my Mum and Dad and the many parties we came to. Later in life it was my turn to entertain you. Our trips out to Rochester, the Dockyard were my favourite memories. You did love a cup of tea and a slice of cake. Having always been in my life, its strange to think now your gone. Now it's time to rest. Sleep tight, you'll always be thought of and spoken about. Tracy xx