To me as a young child Uncle Henry was always the fun, handsome uncle.  He was always joking and chatty whenever we saw him.  He’d tease and make me laugh all the time.  From a very early age I remember him being my favourite uncle with that accent so different from my dad’s.  I thought it was very funny and loved the way he made my mum giggle at his jokes - that were usually rude I found out when I got old enough to understand! When I left home, it was him that used to ring me regularly to catch up with what I was doing.  “Hello love, it’s Uncle Henry” was the start of every phone call and “love you” was the end.  He carried that contact all through my life with phone calls and emails.  Always telling me he loved me.  At family gatherings I’d always end up at the bar laughing, hugging and drinking whiskey with him and Steve.  As he and dad got older, they looked more and more alike and every time I saw him these last few years was like being able to see my dad.  
I miss you Unc, love you.