we were informed that my uncle - my mum's brother - had committed suicide.
I have been debating since then whether to mention this and what I should write. My blog is usually quite lighthearted and I'm worried that this entry could appear insincere but that is certainly not my intention.
On Tuesday my uncle had gone into his garage and set himself alight. He was discovered by the eldest of his 3 daughters, who called the fire brigade and the ambulance who rushed him to hospital but it was too late and he died there.
This came as a complete surprise to everyone as they had only recently returned from a family holiday in Spain and as far as we are ware there was no indication of anything like this happening.
It looks like the funeral will be next Wednesday, the day after what would have been his 47th birthday, so I'm having to arrange for some time off work on Tuesday to travel down to Devon with my family to attend.
Since we heard the news I have spent a lot of time thinking about what could drive a person to a) take their own life and b) do it in such a way.
Obviously no-one knows the full facts and what was going on in his head at the time but the method he choose would not have been painless and if it had failed would have left him horrifically burnt for the rest of his life so it must have been a determined effort and a decision thought could not have been taken lightly.
I can't begin to imagine how bad it must have been for his daughter to discover him, or for the rest of his close family to be informed of what had happened.
Another thing that made me think about mentioning this, both on my blog and to other people I know, was the reaction of others. I think there is still a certain stigma in society about suicide, where many see it as someone taking the easy way out instead of facing up to their problems.
I have mentioned death on my blog before but then it had been tragedies of a different type. Footballers who I didn't know personally, who had been killed but this time it is someone I knew, someone I used to see very year on our annual trip down to Devon at Easter.
At this time my thoughts are with his wife and children.