The bricklayer had just started building my new garden wall when the hospital phoned to say that my husband was dying, and to get there quickly.
He offered to leave, but I told him to just carry on with the job, then dashed off. It wasn't fair to him to mess up his schedule.
For the next few days he just got on with it while we ran around in circles meeting the family at the airport, dealing with everything and arranging the funeral.
He did a wonderful job, under very difficult circumstances. It must have been hard for him, and I'm sure that he must have felt awkward, at times, but he was certainly left to get on with the job without interference!
Some of my husband's ashes were sprinkled into the new double wall, which is always planted with lovely seasonal flowers. It's a beautiful memorial to him.