There’s something about seeing that curtain closing…

When I was a child. I had many maternal and paternal uncles and aunts.

Over the years some of them died. The ‘Cooke’s’ which I’d like to concentrate on this blog have a particular interest . My dads family.

My Aunts Marg and Lil used to take more interest in myself and my twin sister more than my parents to be honest. They’d take us all over on Sundays. They were spinsters who lived in the same house they were born in . Cooper Street, Roker, Sunderland.

And there was a brother – Anthony – he never married. And lived in the same house. My uncle Tony.

Marg and Lil looked after him…

I remember playing squash with him at Crowtree Leisure Centre a lifetime ago…

Once I got into my teens (say 15-16) we never really got each other although I used to keep in touch.

When I got married in 2000, Marg, Lil and Tony were guests. I didn’t see much more of them until two things happened. My ‘peer’ cousin Colin died at 40, then his father died a few years later…

Tony died recently…I attended his funeral ‘virtually’ via a webcast – it reinforced to me how short and fickle life is…

Two minutes ago I was having chicken dinner in his house…

Now the curtains are closing on his coffin…