By a strange coincidence, Anne's mum phoned me this afternoon. I say a strange coincidence as I haven't seen her for some time.
It is eleven years since Anne died. At the time, her mum promised me a photo of Anne. This afternoon she said she still has the photos spread out where she left them on the dressing-table eleven years ago. Once she'd got them out, she couldn't bring herself to go through them. She wanted me to know that she hasn't forgotten and she will find a photo for me.
The loss of a child is too much.
She also told me that her other son-in-law, our doctor, has had his leg off. I was going to say something flippant but my heart's not in.
6 comments:
Your doctor's legless? (Somebody had to.)
But really. How come?
Whoops - you already did. Great (or weird) minds think alike, you see.
For heaven's sake, are these word verifications getting longer? I could write an essay in the time it will take me to type that out. (I have eye-to-screen coordination issues, you see.)
Septicaemia. Don't know how you spell it. Dr Costello, you know.
Gosh! I feel like weeping, to lose a child (of any age) is terrible and I wanna hug mine now but Dort will probably sock me one!
Oh, right. Yet another thing to add to the 'stuff I might catch' pile.
And poor old Dr Costello, of course, yes.
Dr comment - the way it read - sorry but it made me laugh even though it probably wasn't meant to.
This blog really is cool.
:o)
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