Time

I travelled down to the North East of England today for a funeral. It wasn't until later, when I was looking at this hastily snapped shot of Newcastle station that I realised the clock had stopped.
My Uncle, whose funeral I attended, was never one to let time get in his way. Until he became cruelly and unjustly ill a few years ago he was a dynamic, powerhouse of a man with a wicked sense of humour. When we were younger he never missed the opportunity to tell me and my sister that we were beautiful, with his wonderful geordie accent and a sparkle in his eye. I tried to remember that man today and not give in to the memories of a senseless disease that robbed a family of time with their loved one.
Time is precious.