Time...

Well, Friday was certainly an eventful evening. What started out as a relaxing BBQ turned into a very solemn affair. The old lady across the road from our friends knocked on the door around 9.00pm to alert us to the fact her husband had collapsed and could we help?? Poor old lady was in her eighties with no clue as to what was happening, shaking and confused and soaking wet from the rain.

Three of us dashed across to see what we could do...unfortunately on seeing him it was clear he was dead, head collapsed on the kitchen table arms slumped by his sides. We called an ambulance immediately and started CPR in an attempt to do something but the three of us knew he was well gone. The little old lady sat there helpless, still confused, unable to comprehend what was happening around here.

Whilst Thomas continued with CPR until the paramedics turned up, we tried to comfort the lady ask for names or numbers of relatives, but it was hard-what do you say to someone when things aren't going to be OK? Her husband lay dead on the floor, the table covered in boxes of medication. The husband younger than his wife clearly had lots of medical ailments, but was the carer and doer of the two, whereas the wife whose body was in perfect working order for her age had the mind of a child; lost, sad, helpless. We finally got through to some relatives, but telling someone their father had died was awful and you feel that you are not qualified to handle such a thing...