It’s the end of my day now. I’ve gone through my reader and done the challenges I enjoy trying to spend a normal Sunday, but my thoughts are all over the place.
We had a panicky phone call this morning around 10 am from our neighbour. Her husband had been taken ill and they were at a hospital some 35 miles away.
We locked up the house and were on the road in fifteen minutes.
We arrived about fifty minutes later and were shown through to a waiting area in A&E.
It was not good news.
Following a massive brain hemorrhage, the three of us were at his bedside when he passed away shortly before midday.
Only yesterday we had heard him laughing in the garden, the day before he was chatty as usual, and now he’s gone. Completely out of the blue, no warning, no reason, could not have been foreseen, it just happened. He was 69.
A week ago, they came back from a week away, having spent an extra couple of days seeing family. By all accounts they had a wonderful time and came back relaxed and content.
A wonderful memory.
I can’t help but think of my Dad 23 years ago. The circumstances were different, but he didn’t die alone, surrounded by those who loved him. My Mum wasn’t alone afterwards and had the support of family.
I am glad our neighbour called us. It was pure luck she had the card we gave them with our contact details as most of the numbers were in her husband’s phone which she couldn’t access. She didn’t know who else to call, as family are some considerable distance away.
We were there and she wasn’t alone when the inevitable happened.
She doesn’t drive, and we have said we will be here for her when it comes to doing all the running around.
We are available for her whenever she needs us, whatever the time is, she only has to ask.
So much to do.