My brother in law died on Monday after a long illness. It's hard to think of my sister as a widow. They had been married for 42 years. She's really going to miss him. It made me feel strange and made me nicer towards my own husband and to keep him close. I know I take him for granted and we argue about stupid things a lot. When someone in your family dies it reminds you of your own mortality and makes you wonder how you'd cope alone. I feel so sad for my sister but she seems to be coping atm.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic