I can still remember the first time I saw Uncle Jim, the first thing that struck me was his fantastic long hair, the second was that he was very good looking and he had a devastatingly cute smile.  I think I was about seven and I was definitely smitten.   I was chuffed to little bits when he and Aunty Cathy got married, though a maybe a tad jealous.  I did reason it through, I was a bit too young for marriage but on the bright side we had our own Richard Beckinsale now!  As I’m sure everyone can remember, or maybe it’s just me that’s painfully aware, that took a long time to wear off and for far too long I was a shy, giggly mess whenever he spoke to me, even after he had his hair cut off.  I’m sure he found that as uncomfortable as I did but he did a good job of rising above it and not making it too much of a fuss about it thankfully.  Which really is the way I saw him, in all the trials he faced he never seemed to make a fuss.
Even now I love to see a man with long hair but they’ll never beat that first time I saw Uncle Jim.
Gorffwys mewn Hedd  x