I had a phone call last night from Denmark, it seems my Uncle Erik, my Mother's brother died yesterday morning, considering we haven't seen or heard from them since my Father died 20 years ago it was somewhat of a surprise, luckily my Mother's phone is on permanent divert to us as she is deaf so I took it. My cousin Frankie Pedersen told me the funeral is on Monday, so I'm scouring the internet for flights over there on Sunday. I'm told I have a young niece (a cousins grandaughter?) who lives and works in Copenhagen is coming to the funeral as Erik was her grandfather, will meet me at the airport and take me to Aarhus. Seems so strange to hear from the Danish/Finnish/Swedish part of the family after all these years.