It has been a sad and strange time for the Darling family. Ex husband J died after a fall from his wheelchair last Saturday afternoon. Later it was discovered that he had had a heart attack but it all happened in front of daughter J and grand daughter G on the old railway track in Yarmouth, Isle of Wight It`s the place where we have always walked and loved beside the river Yar, up towards Freshwater..His end was sudden and painless so it was a mercy for him as his health had been poor for a long time and he dreaded the coming winter, But it was terrible shock. We gathered in his small house in Yarmouth and had a chaotic few days clearing up and sorting out stuff, while J and son C rushed around seeing the bereavement officer at the hospital then the coroner, the police, the undertaker, the registrar.Son T is away in the foothills of the Himalayas, Son W lives in Washington, so Skype and email have been a help. The neighbouring Isle of Wighters have been amazing. Sudden emergencies and disasters bring out the best in people. The funeral is next week so there will be another family gathering then.
In the meantime it was my eighty fourth birthday and there was a wonderful crop of cards and emails, many related to Yorkshire terriers. Lovely it was, and I had a good day with a walk in the beautiful autumn sunshine.
I also went with brother P to meet sister J at Stansted and be warned, they have changed all the parking arrangements. You can no longer park anywhere near and have to take the airport bus from a remote spot. They said nothing when I boarded the bus but on the way back the driver pointed to BW and said `You are not taking THAT on here`so I had to walk along a semi motorway with no pavement back to the roundabout.
Ditchling film society has started again. What a relief. I have been starved of films for the last few months. We had an Indian one called the Lunch Box , very poignant, a lovely film.