66/365: Uncle Ivor

Uncle Ivor isn't technically my uncle. He was married to my grandmother's sister, Haroldine, a chronically unpleasant woman who smoked like a chimney and complained all the time about her health problems. She's been dead for many years and he is now married to a former Olympic skier who is as sweet as he is.

Ivor never lost contact with us though. He used to visit my grandmother in the hospital fairly regularly, and because he doesn't live very far away, we tend to run into him at restaurants.