No respite. January is not a good start to this year. My friends of 50 years flew out to NZ to see a relative, something they've done for years. They both caught Covid on the plane, and a week later seemed to be recovering, when he died, so suddenly that there has to be a post mortem. His poor widow - away in another country. It's so hard. I've done that and know what it is to fly home alone to a house without him.
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