Great Uncle Martin dies

My great uncle martin died last night, after becoming ill and being rushed to the hospital. He was always full of life, and welcomed me with open arms whenever I visited him. He kept on playing his piano right until the end, even though his arthritis was getting worse and worse; it is his piano playing at Christmas time a few years back that I know will be my sister and mother's fondest memory of this wonderful man.
It was great to visit him in the last few months at his convalescence - he knew (at the ripe young age of 93) all the nurses names and wittily complained about the other drongos at the home - people who could not keep up with his scrabble/crossword/painting regime.
This turn of events was, to my knowledge, totally unexpected, but he had a good innings and will continue to be remembered and loved by all those he touched.
See ya mate.