More sad news

Our dear friend and neighbour of the last 39 years died on Saturday. Someone had to say it on Sunday, "These things always come in threes" Not the sort of thing to help you sleep at night.
Harry has been a star ever since we moved in. When Phil started toddling, he shadowed Harry and spent quite a lot of time underneath Harry's car. Lisa is Harry's God-daughter. He has mown our lawns, ensured our bins were in and out and been a security guard. There is so much more. He will be sorely missed.
I followed Barbara next door following a call from Audrey. She had discovered him on the floor and needed help. We saw the situation and I rang the emergency services while Barbara got him comfortable. The paramedic arrived very quickly and the ambulance wasn't far behind. They took him to HRI and Barbara and Audrey followed. I got bulletins but I was waiting for the family to arrive home from holiday. We knew from Harry that they were on their way but didn't want to ring them as everybody else precious to Audrey was in the car. I had Audrey's phone and the family rang as they were passing Goole so I told them he was in HRI and very poorly and they went straight there. Regrettably they were too late. Barbara rang me 10 minutes after I'd spoken to them to say Harry had gone.
Things were complicated because it was the weekend. The paperwork was released today and arrangements can go ahead. Unfortunately, our minister David has finished here and is moving South this week. In fact, he took a wedding on Saturday and then left the reception to come and see Audrey. He called in to see us afterwards and we were able to thank him and Liz and wish them luck in their new posting. Yesterday, he took a Circuit service in the afternoon and then there was a farewell and presentation. The joint was packed on the hottest day of the year so far. It was a good service and the hymns were sung with real Methodist gusto!
Today has been a strange day. We haven't really wanted to do anything. Seems a bit irreverent somehow. We have done the routine sort of stuff, cleaning the car, tidying the garage, washing, ironing etc. Still, life goes on. After our friend Trevor died last month, I booked to see Prince at the O2. I'd been wavering but thought "What the hell" and went for it. We go down overnight tomorrow. I am really looking forward to it. Barbara isn't as much of a fan as I am and isn't as enthusiastic especially after the events of the weekend. I'm sure the sheer showmanship of Prince will cheer us both up!