RIP

An average day turned into a terribly sad one as I sat with the team post workshops. My phone rang, and although I didn’t recognise the number, I somehow knew to extricate myself and take the call outside. My friend of 50 years had died unexpectedly this morning. It was a terrible shock. I knew I couldn’t hold the emotions in for long, so did the necessary at work and left.
Anita’s husband, Alan, B’s friend and fellow band member of Kirk died just over a year ago, a year after B. I’ve had a very sad evening.
RIP my friend.