Two years ago I was recovering from a major operation.I believed that then our life would then return to “normal.” I can’t believe I have lived through two years and helped someone to leave this world peacefully.
I know now there is not really any normal.I only have to look at the News to see it
I recall phoning my GP the day after the death and after giving my name was asked:
What do YOU want?
Because they had not believed me when I asked fo a home visit.They thought I was a nuisance.In any case ,it was incredibly rude.I felt so awful it didn’t hit me.But when I told her the news she gasped for breath.
How my heart sings 
Sorry you received such rude treatment. We haven’t reached that low down here ,yet. Hope things are going ok for you at present.
Yes, thanks Peter.It takes time.Even if I was a nuisance it was rude.I could tell he was dying but they did not seem to understand unttil he was totally dead.The kindest people have been the poorer humbler ones like the taxi driver who carried him into the house in his arms.He wasTurkish… they seem really kind and one cried when I told him the sad news.He was just a young man.Sometimes I prefer the foreigners to the nasty English.