Scotland bound

After a busy few days we made the trip to Scotland on Thursday for my cousin Brian’s funeral.

He was only 63, always a part of my life. I remember spending so much of my childhood with him and his siblings. Those bonds with all my cousins remain today.

In adult years with marriage and family the visits were fewer. I do remember in 1989 a holiday to Scotland where we visited Pitlochry, they were on holiday there too. We bumped into each other in a playground and somewhere is a photo as a reminder.

My parents moving back to Scotland in 2005 gave more opportunity to visit, and we enjoyed many a homemade cake in the comfort of their beautiful home. Both Alison and Brian were so good with Mum and Dad too, and still visiting Mum after Dad died in 2021.

With his wife. Alison, they had two beautiful daughters, they were and still are a tight unit. A grandson was born in 2019 another dimension in his life that gave him so much pleasure.

He worked for the same company for over 40 years, he enjoyed nature, walking, fast cars, music, racing pigeons, gardening and loved fishing, which my sister was so fortunate to spend time with him doing.

He liked a wee dram and any chance to get on a dance floor, I used to love joining him at family celebrations and weddings being hurled around faster and faster.

In many ways he reminded me of my Dad: quiet, unassuming with a wicked sense of humour. How he and the family coped over the last few months has been inspiring, especially as they each have their own challenges to face.

His wife, daughters and grandson will miss him immeasurably but there will be so many memories to ease their grief. That will also comfort his Mum and his siblings, and include us the extended family.

Friday was a beautiful day which started with a beach walk with Elaine and Dora just after sunrise. After breakfast we got ready for the sombre occasion.

Arriving at the church, the piper was playing, which always starts the tears.

His beloved car parked by the entrance, another lump in my throat, and then the floral displays on the steps.

Once inside the full church we awaited his family to arrive. Then ‘Always’ by Bon Jovi was played.

The service was beautiful, with the eulogy perfect for him, his life and loves.

Arbirlot cemetery, bathed in glorious sunshine is his final resting place next to his Dad and not too far from Uncle Dave and my Dad. It really is a beautiful spot.

So many attended the grave, that it almost felt an intrusion in Alison and the girls private grief. They were amazing and with the roses, kissed and gently thrown in was another emotional tribute.

Friends and family made their way to Arbroath Golf Club and we raised glasses, shared memories, laughed, cried and celebrated Brian’s life.

Long may that continue to remember him fondly, when we dance, when we listen to music he loved, when we are walking and enjoying nature. He will remain in our lives forever.

Our eldest grandson was born on Brian’s 60th birthday, and I promise that as I celebrate River’s birthday every year, I will raise my glass and remember Brian.

I am proud to have had Brian as my cousin.