Last night, our day took another nose dive. I had a glance through our local paper to see that yet another friend had died, another ex-member of Geriatrics' Corner. It is not entirely surprising. Wilf was 82 when he died. He hadn't looked well for some time. Very shaky on his legs. There was some suspicion he was starting with dementia when he & his wife ceased coming along to the Pub. Whether or not this was the case he didn't look well. Whenever I went along the prom in my electric scooter I would look up towards their flat & think of them both.
We don't know whether to go to the funeral. The Fox's immediate reaction is that he just can't face yet another funeral. It would be the 6th of the year. We're beginning to think we live at the crem. It's just too many in a year.
I, on the other hand, feel we should go, to give a little support to his widow. We'll see how we're feeling nearer the time. Meanwhile we think we'll send a card. At least then, if we don't go, his widow will know that we are thinking of her & had appreciated Wilf.
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