I have been to visit some very good friends today. I hadn't seen them for a while while I was dealing with my dad and his death but felt strong enough today to visit. I was told that the husband, a beautiful, kind, gentle man of 66 years, has only 6 weeks to live. We talked a bit about his condition (cancer) and about his wishes and I talked to his wife about what she would have to do when he dies as she has no clue and no one has told her. The MacMillan nurse is going tomorrow for the first time so she might help where that is concerned. He wants to die at home, she is determined to nurse him to the end.
When I got divorced and was forced to move into council property, this wonderful couple and their fantastic family rallied round us all and made us feel so welcome, to the area, to the street and in their lives. That was in 2001. They became our family. When things got tough with my own family, they were there with the kettle on and a shoulder to cry on. And we have done some laughing together too over the years, we have partied together, gone through difficult times together and helped each other in many ways. The husband is a fanatic for Christmas, decorating the house, tree, buying the presents, food, cooking, entertaining. He has a heart of gold. Why do all the good ones get taken down? It is creasing me up this news. How do I now cope with losing another important person in my life? I need to know and then I can go and visit without breaking down in front of him.
Unused rooms, heat storage and heat transfer





