Thoughts on a passing

[rhino_neil]

Well I've got next week off work and I'm going camping and walking on the North East coast near Lindisfarne.  This was an excuse to get away and to go and visit my familiy in Durham on the way back.

So tonight I rang the parents of an old school mate who were also friends of my mother.  I started talking to the mother of the family and to be honest I was going to try and blag a place to kip when she asks if I'd heard the news, she goes on to tell me her husban died in November.

Now I saw them both last year when my dad was ill and they were looking great for their age and were very kind.  So such a shock to hear her news.  My childhood is really disappearing fast and its amazing how shocking it is.

So RIP Reverend Brian Middlebrook, you were a top fellow and I was so please to have known you.

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[san-valentine.livejournal.com]

That reminds me, I ought to write to my godmother, Pat, as I haven't sent her anything since a card at Xmas. It's two years already since her husband died.
It wasn't the first death among Mum and Dad's contemporaries, but it seemed a little more personal, with Pat being my godmother. It does make you feel different when the adults you knew in your childhood have passed on. As you say, it puts that time (childhood) firmly in the past.