Uncle Jeff - A Celebration of Life

This was my "uncle" Jeff. Technically speaking, he's not my uncle, he's my mum's sister's husband's twin brother. But we always called him Uncle Jeff.
Uncle Jeff was a deadset legend. He was hilarious, always the life of the party and kept us all enthralled with his tall tales and magical stories when we were kids.
The first time he met Nick he said "Shit you're a big bloke, you must have been in heaps of fights, tell me about your best one" As the night went on and the drinks went down Jeff challenged Nick to an arm wrestle. I'm not sure who won but a bridge table and 2 deck chairs were casualties :). Jeff loved the land, managing properties and had recently bought his own farm to retire on. His 4 kids have all done really well in life and he was always so proud of them. And he adored his 3 grandchildren, they range in age from 4 to 8mths old and it's heartbreaking they will miss out on spending time with him.
Jeff was working at Strathalbyn last month and was riding his motorbike back to Goolwa after work. A f*wit in a hotted up Holden decided to overtake a semitrailer over a rise while Jeff was innocently riding along on the other side of the road - and a wonderful life was cut short too soon. Jeff was bulletproof, how on earth could this happen?
Now, we all know funerals suck, but this one amongst the sadness was truly an inspiration. His 3 siblings and 4 children gave very moving speeches. Jeff really lived every day to the full and was the epitomy of a loving family man. Even though it was 11am in the morning we all got a glass of wine to toast Jeff as he was carried past. He would have loved it. He would have loved the wake at the Corio Hotel also :)
Things like this just reiterate that we really should strive to live every day to the fullest, and on another note to drive farking carefully!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Always!!!!!!!!!!!!! I drive on that road at least once a week and the fuckwittage overtaking manoeuvres I see on an almost weekly basis make my head spin. He didn't deserve to have his life cut short and it was all too avoidable.
So, cheers Uncle Jeff, wherever you are may the beers be cold and the red wine of a high standard (not that you were particularly fussy :) ).