My wife's oldest brother, Ger, died this time last year. He had a heart attack and died instantly. He was a year older than me.
His anniversary mass was held yesterday, I didn't go, I was doing the catering for about thirty people. Apparently I'm good at it. But I think I'm just better at catering than being in church.
Turns out it was a rather fun day and not a bit solemn, and everyone loved my food. Which is always good.
I lit a fire in the pit tonight, played some old style country music and drank cider.