Our dear friend Tony died in the early hours of this morning . Even though he had been in ITU since Saturday morning ,I always had a glimmer of hope . This is very sad news and I feel wretched for all those who loved and cared for him .I know it is NOT about me , but it has knocked me sideways /opened up a wound / made me overthink .The mindfulness has gone out the bloody window .
He was our campervanning buddy .
Him and his wife,Mary, took Vilma – plus the 2 dogs while we just took Emerald and the Boules . We walked the cliffs , ate at The Hive ,the farm and drank at any pub we walked past ( not many on a coastal path). He swam in the sea with me . On New Year’s Eve we hid the clock and played Dobble, Scrabs and Doms til the wee small hours . Early on Christmas morning, when all our kids were asleep we met early in Marble Hill park for a walk .
We laughed a lot .We cried together too
He cooked for us .Bacon butties by the van , Peking Duck in his kitchen . He cracked us up .He thrashed us at Scrabble and was the only person I know to get 2 seven letter words in one game . He had a telephone job interview while we were on a windswept beach in Dorset – and got it . He loved his wife , his kids, his mother ,his auntie and his siblings …
But most importantly he was kind . We shared the same values and were happy to talk about our vulnerabilities and our sadnesses and our joys . it was an honest unpretentious relationship.
The four of us only really became close after Rosie died, because of the fact we shared stuff .
I’m lost for words ,I feel so sad