Although he died peacefully at home in his favourite armchair at the ripe old age of 80, the suddenness of it all has left us reeling.
My aunt died of cancer ten years ago; they were a devoted couple and we honestly didn't expect my uncle to live much past that.
Each year since has therefore been a bonus for all of us.
Obviously this week has become all about memories and legacies for my family.
Uncle Bryan (and his wife) were both primary school teachers for most of their working lives. At his service, one of his former students (who is now a teacher herself) spoke very eloquently about the long-lasting influence that a great teacher can have on the minds and hearts of young children.
I was also a teacher for 18 years, partly due to the influence of my aunt and uncle in my younger years.
I love maths to this day, because of the brilliant way Uncle Bryan was able to explain the rules and to make it sound like fun.
When someone asks me how I am, I always reply "well thank you" (not ''good") as Uncle Bryan was a stickler for proper language protocols. He always made these 'lessons' fun with silly one-liners and puns.
Uncle Bryan always read out loud to his classes, even, or especially to his senior classes.
My aunt and uncle put me onto some great books throughout my childhood, especially Australian authors.
I was delighted, once I had started teaching myself, to give Uncle Bryan Ian Serralier's 'The Silver Sword' which he hadn't come across before. This became one of his favourite stories to read aloud to his Year 6 classes during the last decade of his teaching career.
Uncle Bryan also loved the old bush poets.
He regularly recited bits from Banjo Patterson and Henry Lawson's works.
One of his favourites though was C. J. Dennis, which comes as no surprise if you ever heard Uncle Bryan's sense of humour!
Like C. J. Dennis, Uncle Bryan's humour was broad Australian - full of rhyming slang, puns and nonsense words. He regularly recited the Triantiwontigongolope with glee, trying to get us to pronounce it as quickly as he!
Thanks to Uncle Bryan, two Dennis poems were a part of my teaching repertoire - A Bush Christmas and Hist! (for the classes that were up for a little fright!)
It seems only fitting today, to finish up with the last chapter from The Songs of A Sentimental Bloke.
If you're able to work your way through the old-style broad Aussie accent, this chapter pretty much sums up Uncle Bryan's philosophy to life, death and love.
XIV. THE MOOCH O' LIFE
This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen, Peaceful an' 'appy wiv the day's work done, Watchin', be'ind the orchard's bonzer green, The flamin' wonder of the settin' sun. Another day gone by; another night Creepin' along to douse Day's golden light; Another dawning when the night is gone, To live an' love -- an' so life mooches on. Times I 'ave thought, when things was goin' crook, When 'Ope turned nark an' Love forgot to smile, Of somethin' I once seen in some old book Where an ole sorehead arsts, "Is life worf w'ile?" But in that stillness, as the day grows dim, An' I am sittin' there wiv 'er an' 'im-- My wife, my son! an' strength in me to strive, I only know -- it's good to be alive! Yeh live, yeh love, yeh learn; an' when yeh come To square the ledger in some thortful hour, The everlastin' answer to the sum Must allus be, "Where's sense in gittin' sour?" Fer when yeh've come to weigh the good an' bad -- The gladness wiv the sadness you 'ave 'ad -- Then 'im 'oo's faith in 'uman goodness fails Fergits to put 'is liver in the scales. Livin' an' loving learnin' day be day; Pausin' a minute in the barmy strife To find that 'elpin' others on the way Is gold coined fer your profit -- sich is life. I've studied books wiv yearnings to improve, To 'eave meself out of me lowly groove, An' 'ere is orl the change I ever got: "'Ark at yer 'eart, an' you kin learn the lot." I gives it in -- that wisdom o' the mind -- I wasn't built to play no lofty part. Orl such is welkim to the joys they find; I only know the wisdom o' the 'eart. An' ever it 'as taught me, day be day, The one same lesson in the same ole way: "Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends, Fer 'atin' never paid no dividends." Life's wot yeh make it; an' the bloke 'oo tries To grab the shinin' stars frum out the skies Goes crook on life, an' calls the world a cheat, An' tramples on the daisies at 'is feet. But when the moon comes creepin' o'er the hill, An' when the mopoke calls along the creek, I takes me cup o' joy an' drinks me fill, An' arsts meself wot better could I seek. An' ev'ry song I 'ear the thrushes sing That everlastin' message seems to bring; An' ev'ry wind that whispers in the trees Gives me the tip there ain't no joys like these: Livin' an' loving wand'rin' on yeh way; Reapin' the 'arvest of a kind deed done; An' watching in the sundown of yer day, Yerself again, grown nobler in yer son. Knowin' that ev'ry coin o' kindness spent Bears interest in yer 'eart at cent per cent; Measurin' wisdom by the peace it brings To simple minds that values simple things. An' when I take a look along the way That I 'ave trod, it seems the man knows best, Who's met wiv slabs of sorrer in 'is day, When 'e is truly rich an' truly blest. An' I am rich, becos me eyes 'ave seen The lovelight in the eyes of my Doreen; An' I am blest, becos me feet 'ave trod A land 'oo's fields reflect the smile o' God. Livin' an' lovin'; learnin' to fergive The deeds an' words of some un'appy bloke Who's missed the bus -- so 'ave I come to live, An' take the 'ole mad world as 'arf a joke. Sittin' at ev'nin' in this sunset-land, Wiv 'Er in all the World to 'old me 'and, A son, to bear me name when I am gone.... Livin' an' lovin' -- so life mooches on.