In 2003 I traveled to England to celebrate my cousin Elaine’s 40th birthday. My Uncle Roger arrived for the same occasion and I had the good fortune of spending a considerable amount of time with, not only my cousin but also with my father’s brother. Since December marks the anniversary of Roger’s passing I am posting photos from that particular trip as a tribute to his life.
My Uncle Roger spent his adult life living in England on the Isle of Wight. In his later years Roger moved back to his boyhood home, several years later he was diagnosed with cancer. At his funeral my cousin and I discussed Roger relocating away from his closet friends in England and his choice to be laid to rest where he grew up. This conversation was the inspiration for the following passage which I adapted and immortalized to fiction.