Michael's father, Gerald celebrated his ninety-ninth birthday on the 1st of April. Yesterday morning we received a phone call that he had suffered a massive heart attack and was in hospital. Last evening at dinner we received another call, this one informing us that he had quietly passed away. Just like his father before him, he lived ninety-nine years an a bit and then quietly passed the baton to his son to try for one hundred.
In this photo is Emery, the youngest family member, having a conversation with his great-grandfather, Gerald.
We had an after-dinner brandy to cheer the event; the circle was complete. It was lovely to have known him.