DIARY OF AN OCTOGENARIAN
- John Copeland -
My wife Angie who died in the early evening of the 4th June, the family by her bedside in her final hours
My wife (Angie) died in the early evening of the 4th June, passing away peacefully in the care home, the family with her during her final hours. A wonderful wife, a splendid mother to our two daughters, and a loving grandmother to Chloe. I feel absolutely devastated, even though I have to accept that Angie could not have continued in her poor condition, sleeping most of the time and gradually getting weaker in the care home.
Having lost all interest in my life I feel I can no longer continue with this diary, my life having fallen apart, there being nothing to look forward to. Consequently I no longer have any interest in what is going on in the world, finding it too sad and unhappy reading about the relentless decline and fall of this country. I just do not want to know any more, preferring to live in my own little cave of dream s of better times, Angie and I having had a wonderful life together.
So no more, but let me thank all those people who have written to me over the years, exchanges that I have greatly enjoyed. My decision to end the diary has been additionally prompted by my extreme difficulty in typing at my advanced age, the diary subsequently having become a chore rather than the former enjoyment. In saying goodbye I recall the comments of that first-rate book "The Prophet" by Kahil Gibran:: "The noontide is upon us and our half waking has turned to a fuller day, and we must part. If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song. And if our hands should meet in another dream we shall build another tower in the sky."
And so farewell.
Lincolnshire June 2023t
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