Yesterday was a sad day for the Samios family. My uncle Mick passed away peacefully in his sleep. We had all visited him in the morning but he was already unconscious with difficulty breathing due to a bout of pneumonia worsened from a recent hospital infection.
My uncle had a pet cockatoo that talked a lot and had been a member of his family for 40 years. As my uncle and aunt had no children, they were both very attached to their pets and the cockatoo was named Micky (junior).
As youngsters, my brothers and I loved visiting Uncle Mick. The cockatoo was let out of his cage and allowed to perch on the Hills rotary clothes hoist. We used to love spinning that thing and watching the cockatoo flap his wings and get excited. Not very nice I know but in our defence, we were just kids.
Well, the weird thing is that the cockatoo died yesterday too. How eerie is that? It's going to be so strange visiting my aunt who is now alone with neither my uncle or cockatoo being there anymore.
It reminds me of a song that I learnt at school (a very long time ago) called My Grandfather's Clock: "But it (the clock) stopped short. Never to go again, When the old man died...."
Rest in Peace Uncle Mick and Micky. I will remember you both fondly.
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