Still coming to terms with Pete's passing - ten days ago now; overnight I had emailed news that a cousin had died in England last week.
Carl was someone I'd never met - he must have been about 80 years old and he was from different generation to me but as I've been in contact with his younger brother on a fairly regular basis for several years it makes my connections to Carl that much shorter. I had a small part in reconciling Carl and his brother after many years estranged. The brothers had been in close contact by email and text message - the younger one living in Spain while Carl was in England.
Ok, I can cope with this...
Off to work.
Mid-morning.
Phone call from Leonor, a former work colleague and friend: her husband, John, had suffered with leukaemia and its attendant woes for many years. He died last night after being in hospital since last week with influenza. No idea what strain, don't think it mattered as he was so immuno-compromised, any infection [and he'd battled plenty over the years] could have taken him.
Oh bugger... he'd survived so long ... we'd gone out to dinner with them and another couple only five weeks ago.
Deep breath... several deep breaths
I've been asked to be a bearer at John's funeral next week in Canberra. How could I refuse?
More deep breaths will be needed next Wednesday
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