It wasn't their time...

When I arrived at Robin's grave this afternoon I found that a lovely someone or even 2 people had left  bouquets of flowers for him. As some of the blooms were damaged by the weather I took the ones that weren't and scattered them on the  still fresh turned earth ....and noticed how they reflected in the brass plaque.

There was a newly dug grave next to his and a small one next to that. The grave of a child.  Good company for him.

The man who comes to service the boiler, who has known us for many years, says,

You I should keep busy....get out in the fresh air.

Our lovely MND support person who comes to coffee says, 

You can tell me the story of how it was when Robin died as many times as you like.

It's easy to cry with her. She understands. The legacy of the shock.... even though I knew it was terminal. How you know in your bones, but not in your heart, when it happens.

Tonight I sit in the cinema with dear friends and watch a movie called Sully. The true story of the pilot who successfully crash landed a US airbus plane on the Hudson river in New York in the winter of 2009 without any casualties from the 155 people on board. And then he had to justify his decision to the investigative panel.

It must have felt like a miracle to the people who thought they were going to die that day, on that plane. 

But it wasn't their time.

....always in the right place at the right time....