On Sunday my Uncle Arthur died in hospital in Taunton after falling over at home and breaking his hip and wrist. He was my mum's brother and the last remaining member of the Hutchings dynasty of Banbury, a well known musical family.
He was 96 years old, fiercely independent and still living at home in Minehead in Somerset. He broke his other hip when he fell over in the snow and ice of the winter of 2010, and had a lengthy fight back to becoming ambulant again. He only fell over that time because he walked into town every single day to have lunch at a cafe and was wearing smooth soled shoes on icey pavements.
He was determined to reach 100 and get a telegram from the reigning monarch, but, alas, he didn't quite make it, this latest fall proving too much for his body to recover from, just three and a half years short of his ton. He was always cheery, despite being on his own, surviving both his wives, his outlook on life always positive. He'll be missed by all who knew him.