Dear Uncle Bill,
I had the pleasure of meeting you for the first time in 2016 when I was recovering from my mental illness (OCD).
It was a visit my parents, (your beloved nephew) had organised to help me recover.
You first met my Daughter Chloe and I when we visited Aunty Beryl and Uncle Harry and then you would later meet my Husband Chris and our Son Michael when you visited us later that year.
I wanted you to know that I am completely better, but sadly I will not get the chance to tell you that.
You made me realise that anxiety, depression and OCD can happen to anyone and you always shared a joke or two whenever we spoke on the telephone.
You made me laugh when you said the coronavirus must be female because she had taken golf and going to the pub away from you.
I'm so sorry that you will never get to play golf and meet up with Family and Friends again.
I wish we had known you for longer and that we could see you again.
My heart goes out to the rest of your family and friends.
Rest In Peace Uncle Bill
Love Nicola, Chris, Michael & Chloe
xxxx
Nicola Louise White
01/02/2021