Sad soup

This morning I was with Hugh, my frail 89 year old neighbour, shooting the breeze, taking his bin in, seeing if he wanted to add anything to my recycling centre run, checking the smoke alarm replacement had been sorted… nothing special, just a very amiable routine chat with him and his 90 year old wife in their house.

A few hours later I see the ambulance, and his son, and find Hugh had  taken another fall and this time died almost immediately. All very hard to take in, how transient it all is. So I made enough Cullen Skink soup to share in case it would be welcome. I didn’t know anything else I could do.