My lovely friend, 'Auntie' Mary, died during the night on Saturday. I wrote on here a couple of times about her little adventures when we lived in Singapore - pickling an egg to try to get it into a bottle was one of them. Always full of fun with the most infectious giggle, it was so sad to hear that she had passed away. She died peacefully of heart failure and it wasn't totally unexpected, although still a shock.
The bigger shock was that her husband, quiet and so tolerant Ken - a lovely man and a perfect foil to the bubble and bounce of Mary, died unexpectedly on Wednesday afternoon. A gap of less than four days.
All sorts of things have gone through my mind, but the main one is that after 63 years of marriage and being a totally devoted couple - they are still together, wherever they might be.