People Die
People die. Of course, it happens every day.
Every time I phone home my mam tells me she’s going to another funeral. Today I actually knew the TWO funerals she’s off to in the next week. They are, of course, some elderly folk I remember from my distant past at home when I was a child. They were “old” then – they must have been a bazillion years old when they died.
And today we find out that Sir Bobby Robson has died this morning as well. He was a great English football manager and a very likable personality.
People die. Just not me today, hopefully. I know it’s only lunch time, but I think I’ll be okay…
