Rex

My Uncle Rex died on Tuesday 18 April 2017 after a long and crippling battle with cancer.

He was my Mother’s brother, the last in the sibling line of six.

My son named after his vivacious, adventurous and high-spirited son; taken from our lives at 22.

Of course he never met his namesake.

When we visited Rex in palliative care my son always full of life and never and holding back, was talking to Rex and sharing the tales of a 14 year olds exploits with youthful exuberance.

Rex said, "My son Ross died too young and you didn't get the chance to meet him. You are growing into a fine young man. Full of energy and ready to take on every day. You’re so much like him.”

"I've had a good life but I'm ready to leave. My time's up, hoping it's just around the corner. Grab hold of everyday, just like you're doing, and look after Mum because we only get one stint on Earth.”

"I will Rex,” Ross replied, “But can I ask? Are you going to eat that left over piece of cake on your dinner tray? I've just come back from training, and I'm starving!" Ross eying off an orange and almond slice left over from Rex's dinner.

"Of course you can. What did I say Pauline? He's so much like him," Rex looked at me and gently smiled.

Rex requested no funeral or memorial service.

When Dad told me of his dying request I laughed and said, "Just like Rex. Class act.”

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