It's so easy to take them for granted. This is a poem I read somewhere. I hope I have remembered it correctly.
"Too soon, too soon comes death to show
We love more dearly than we know.
The rain which fell upon the height,
To gentle to be called delight,
Within the dark vale reappears
As a cataract of tears.
So love in life should try to see
Sometimes, what love in death would be".
I'm so sorry for your loss, Whethertomorrow.
On lighter note, it's a good thing nature gave me two sons. I'm pretty useless with practical things and they are both marvellous.
PS. I hope no-one takes exception to me quoting this poem.
I'm feeling wary now of posting in case I inadvertently upset someone unintentionally. If I have upset anyone, I am sorry.
Good Morning Tuesday 12th May 2026
North Bristol/S. Gloucs/N Somerset

I'm sorry.