RIP John x
Sophie opened the door to my bedroom to turn my light off without asking and it took my two hours to get home and last week was totally shitty and I was going to write a post about that.
But I've just had a message on Facebook about how my friend's dad has died. I knew he hadn't been well, but we hoped it would be months - perhaps a year - before it took him.
Last year after going food shopping, his dad took a step into his living room... and fell through the floor.
Except it wasn't the floor that was weakened. It was his leg bone.
Medical attention revealed he had some form of bone cancer that had settled around his spine and was unoperable. It was a question of when, not if.
I didn't know his dad very well, but whenever I met him he was also kind and humble. We happened to be in Scotland at the same time and he drove me around, bought me fish and chips, and saw me home all without a single request from me. He brought me home late one new year, and my parents thanked him by giving him some wine. I think the relationship peaked when he was in one of my dreams, in a case where he famously tried to con me by selling me hollow fruit. Regardless of how well I knew him, he was a gentle man who will be missed.
I don't know what my friend is going to do. Worse yet, I know he will shun pity and ignore any actions people take to reach out to him, I know he will try to handle it on his own, because he's an intensely private man. There's very little I can do, but I will try to do it anyway.
Makes me want to get in touch with my family. It's my dad's birthday tomorrow, so I'll give the home a phone. And perhaps Aunty Rosemary and Uncle Stephen too.
But I've just had a message on Facebook about how my friend's dad has died. I knew he hadn't been well, but we hoped it would be months - perhaps a year - before it took him.
Last year after going food shopping, his dad took a step into his living room... and fell through the floor.
Except it wasn't the floor that was weakened. It was his leg bone.
Medical attention revealed he had some form of bone cancer that had settled around his spine and was unoperable. It was a question of when, not if.
I didn't know his dad very well, but whenever I met him he was also kind and humble. We happened to be in Scotland at the same time and he drove me around, bought me fish and chips, and saw me home all without a single request from me. He brought me home late one new year, and my parents thanked him by giving him some wine. I think the relationship peaked when he was in one of my dreams, in a case where he famously tried to con me by selling me hollow fruit. Regardless of how well I knew him, he was a gentle man who will be missed.
I don't know what my friend is going to do. Worse yet, I know he will shun pity and ignore any actions people take to reach out to him, I know he will try to handle it on his own, because he's an intensely private man. There's very little I can do, but I will try to do it anyway.
Makes me want to get in touch with my family. It's my dad's birthday tomorrow, so I'll give the home a phone. And perhaps Aunty Rosemary and Uncle Stephen too.