I was about 12yrs old and I was at my nanan Hancocks for the weekend,  uncle Peter was there either on his way to a Wednesday match or after the match , I was playing outside on the wall right next to the front door which was open,  this led into the hallway which at the end had the living room door that was all glass apart from the frame.

I had a piece of wood I had been playing with and I decided I was going to karate chop it , I put it hanging halfway over the wall and chopped at it but of cause it just flicked into the house and hit the glass door and cracked all the glass. 

Uncle Peter came out and he had a very angry look but he didn't shout at me , he asked me if I had done it and I started crying and he sat on the stairs and I sat on his knee and he gave me a hug and he said he knew I hadn't done it on purpose and accidents happen.

Uncle Peter always called me stevie and I always remember him wearing Brut aftershave,  when I smell that aftershave I'm reminded of when I babysat for Sarah , Emma and Katie on a Saturday night while Peter and Margaret went up to the Heavygate Pub.

Peter and I didn't see a lot of each other over the last few years , we were both getting on with life. But he is part of my life from as far back as I can remember  and I will miss him .

I came to see you today and saying goodbye seemed too final so I just said "ill see you again someday"

RIP Uncle Peter .

And now we meet to take him flowers , and only God knows why.

Love Stevie. X X