Dear Uncle Fanny
I know now after reading about your wonderful fulfilling life and the moving tributes that your name is spelt Fenny, but I have always thought of you as my Fanny Uncle.
You have been a part of my life and a part of our family life for as long as I can remember, I think going back to the 70s or early 80s in Toronto. You socialised with my Dad, racing and cards, but you became a father figure and friend by always taking an interest, honestly speaking your mind and always so very easy to talk to. I felt I could always be open with you.
I know my parents will miss you so much, as they valued your’s and Adelaide’s friendship, and spent hours talking to you.
Ironically I didn’t know so much about your life, and all that you have achieved, and this is a testament to the type of person you were, that you would ask questions and take an interest in others and not talk about yourself.
You loved cards, and games, as I do, and you introduced me to Rummikub which I play regularly and share with my friends. I still have kept safe your delicious recipe called ‘Fanny’s Mince’ that you cooked for us.
You would reminisce about your cat Ginger, that you had to painfully give away. I last spoke to you after your Birthday this year and you had the same strong voice , and I find it such a shock that you are not there, and I won’t talk to you and hear your voice again for real. I can hear you say, in your particular intonation ‘Jasmine, how’s that cat of yours?’ I will hear your voice forever in my heart.
My thoughts are very much with you, your family and dear Adelaide, who you loved, and who loved and looked after you.
You will truly be missed.
Love Jasmine