Up until 3 weeks ago, I held a large grudge with my Dad’s brother. Had caused all sort of issues with family and particularly my wife over the last few years. My nephew got married recently and,at the start of the wedding reception, I offered a handshake and embrace. He apologised unreservedly to me and my wife and, on that day, made things right. He had a heart attack on Friday night and died yesterday. He was 54 last week. Very relevant on here as I attended a lot of home and away games with him as a teenager. He was only 7 years older than me. This post is not me looking for sympathy or anything like that. Just saying that holding a grudge is a terrible thing. Had we not made amends, I’d now be sat in a pool of guilt. I’m gutted he’s gone. But grateful it was put to bed.
