Time heals all wounds

I honestly can't believe it's been one month since my Uncle Scott has passed.

One month since all that crazy, stressful time for my family.

One month since you were taken from us too early.

One month I haven't been able to share our famous 'Shellshear' roasts.

One month of still missing you as if it were yesterday.

The pain is still so raw.

I don't know how I am coping the way I have. Considering I haven't cried since the funeral.

As my dads blog states http://eddisart.blogspot.com.au make sure all your wills are up to date and that you have all your loose ends tied. 

Even though the pain is still there, and seems like it will never go a way.

I know that, from a beautiful lady that always tells me 'Time heals all wounds,' 

Rest in Paradise Uncle Scott.

My beautiful family.

Daddy (far left), myself and my Uncle Scott (far right)

Beautiful flowers that Mrs Roseanne Holliday surprised me with.

Orange flowers in remembrance of my Uncle, as they were his favourite colour.