My next door neighbour died yesterday.
This may not seem like a big deal to most people. There are so many people today that don’t know even a handful of people in their street. My neighbour was almost 90, so he’d had a full and happy life. He broke his hip about a month ago and went into hospital. He had an operation to pin his hip, but unfortunately during his recovery he had a heartattack. It really weakened him and he just didn’t have the strength left to get better. He went gradually downhill till he died in his sleep. His body just gave up.
Ron has known me almost all my life. I moved next door to him when I was 18 months old. He was like a Grandad to me all through my childhood, he had a fish pond in his back garden and he used to let me climb over the wall and feed them and help water his beautiful flowers. He’s known my little sister her whole life. She comes home from France today, its gonna be hard to tell her he’s gone.
All I’m glad for is that he’s no longer in pain, but my heart goes out to his elderly wife that he left behind.
Sometimes the people that the world loses doesn’t make sense.