My uncle Tony was a bit of an enigma for most of my life - a mythical figure. We visited him one Christmas when he lived in Belgium, when I was around seven.
After that I didn't see him much at all. That changed once he moved back to England several years ago.
He became a big part of my mums life again so consequently we all got very well reacquainted. We messaged each other regularly and would see him when we could.
He took a great interest in our two boys and my wife's latest DIY projects. I don't think l've met many people with such a curiosity about so many aspects of life.
Although he was highly intelligent, he'd never be too proud to tell you if he didn't understand something.
He was a very genuine person, generous, kind and thoughtful.