For my uncle Graham, who died at 50 in a state mental institution in England. It just occurred to me that while for personal reasons I took it upon myself to attend to him as best as I knew how at that time (1995), he had nobody to pray for him, as I did not know to back then. At least I know that nobody else in his family did, so I pray now for the repose of his soul and his redemption from any evil, as I know from personal experience that it is possible to fall into great evil in the grip of mental and physical illness. He died of lung cancer.
I had a special connection with him from an early age as he used to visit here in America, and to remember him helps me understand a little better what happened to me in my life and why my own course in my family and in the mental health system went as it did.
Of all the people who rejoiced when my son was born, Graham’s happiness at having pictures of his sister’s grandbaby to show around gave me the most joy.
I have reproached my mother for cutting him, and me, off, as she did.
I pray for the repose of his soul and that he is rejoicing with Jesus in Heaven.