When I was a teeager I decided to join my badminton club on a Saturday night.  The only problem was I needed a badminton racket.  There was no was I could ask my mum to buy one for me.  When my Uncle Arty, bless him, heard he did a VERY special thing.  He came up the next week and gave me a gift.  When I opened it, there was my very own racket.  He had bought me this and even wrote inside the covering all my details.  I cried with joy!   I still to this day have my racket and a VERY SPECIAL memory it is for me.  THANK YOU Uncle Arty!  I think I nearly hugged the neck of you that night, I was over come with happiness. 

Love and miss you so much.  "GOD BLESS AND TAKE CARE", (something you always said when leaving us here at the house). xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx