We knew each other for a very long time when in 1995 she slipped on the tiles at the swimming pool in Tenerife and landed on my lap. It turned out that she came from London and by pure coincidence lived very close to my son's house. From there on we saw each other each time I went to London to visit my son several times we spent Christmas and New Year together. After her retirement they moved to Eastbourne at the English south east coast and in 2007 I spent for the first time my holidays with them in their new home. From there on in August I always spent 10 days with her and her husband.
They should be coming now beginning July to stay with us for the second time and we had made plans. And now this. She was only 67 and died so suddenly of an inner bleeding.
Such happy times !
I went to Ilona to share with her my grief.
On Sunday the weather was according to my mood, grey, rainy and cold. Mr. G. was in travel fever (already the whole week) because he wanted to visit his sister in Italy. In order to have my peace I packed his suitcase but he was like an electric battery, I am sure if I would have put a plug in his arm, a light would go on !
Finally the time arrived to drive him to the airport, which I did and then I returned home watched some TV and did Computer work. For 10 days I will be the
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