Not jolly, the opposite. Sorry.
Tim left on Friday to go to his house in Reading , where his late wife’s sister and her husband were going to stay for a few nights. He wasn’t well but he’d seen the doctor last Tuesday and it wasn’t felt there was an immediate danger.
Lynda called sometime before 6 this morning. Tim had called for help at 3.30, they’d phoned for an ambulance but he couldn’t be saved. It wasn’t a heart attack, his heart was fine. It was his aortic valve. It stopped his heart beating. After the shock of breathlessness he didn’t suffer and it was quick, though they tried to revive him for an hour.
I’m in Reading tonight, it’s all complicated. Im going to have to travel back and forth for a few weeks. There will be two funerals, at both our homes.
We knew we didn’t have time for the waiting game. We hoped for longer, though. I’ll miss him dreadfully.