A sad day - but one also to remember a life lived well ...

 My dear Uncle and Godfather passed away on July 2, and Thursday was his funeral.  Tim was 90, and many had said that he should not have been here - he joined the RAF in 1937, just before his 17th birthday, and flew with Bomber Command during WWII on over 300 sorties.  Flying became his life, and he retained a love of it all his life.  After he left the RAF with over 30 years service, he moved to Saudi for 8 years train their airforce pilots and flight engineers, and then came back to join a commercial airline in the UK.

He had a huge sense of humour and fun, and a bit of a devil may care attitude, which I remember appealled to me when I was much younger and started to get to know him - I think it was also the dashing uniform, and the smiling good looks, which continued into later years.  For all that, he never boasted about his achievements and the commendations he received.  Just a lovely man.

In retirement Tim and my Aunt Cora travelled the world, and enoyed life to the full.   They had been married nearly 62 years, having fallen in love at first sight, and got married 3 months later.  This photowas taken when they got married.  Cora said on Thursday that there was never a moment in their life together that she had not been proud of him.  Such love ...