I lost one of my uncles this summer.
René, my mum’s brother, died at the start of July. He, a coach driver by vocation (my mum once joked that he found his calling in Lourdes, where he went on pilgrimage by coach as a young man) who loved few things more than organising coach trips and hitting the road, has departed for his last journey.
When I arrived b…
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