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My Friend’s Husband Died A Few Months Ago
On new medication that promised hope, he was determined to improve. That involved his going to the gym regularly, which he did.
Though we know that dying is as natural as being born, the reactions to each are polar opposites.
My friend’s husband James had a life-threatening condition, so It was inevitable that his disease would progress, as it did. Not that he ever let it get in the way of his living.
He loved life, loved going out for lunch, having a laugh, listening to fine music, the theatre, and ballet.
We did a lot of socializing with him and there was never a dull moment.
More importantly he was the finest example of humanity that I can think of. When, at a friend’s funeral many years ago, the son of the deceased expressed his dislike for his father, so drank all his father’s Grange Hermitage, he didn’t say a word.
The wine belonged to James, and not to the son’s father.
By the time James died he was using a walking frame and his speech was a little slurred.
But still, he continued to play cricket in the back yard of their holiday home, and…
