It has been a week of deaths. One workmate died suddenly, an Egyptian, around my age. He was a shifty Egyptian b*m f**cker. I used to call him that. He called me a lazy white pooftah and often requested some oral satisfaction. I never obliged. I knew he was ill, but I was almost shocked to tears when I saw a note at work that he died. I knew him for nearly thirty years. Cheers Mamoud.
Leah, also a workmate, was from Indonesia. How she made us laugh. She was short and not slim, nice looking and always made her face up perfectly. She took no prisoners and yet her days ended in such an inglorious way. I am not sure if her god is christian or moslem, but I'll bet Leah is making her laugh.
And then a blogmate's mother died, just to ever so nicely ice the cake. What is the best way for a mother to leave her children? I don't think it is too bad for her to slowly fade away.