Mum’s cousin Thomas died this morning. Aunty Emily wasn’t able to rouse him, and the paramedics couldn’t resuscitate. He was 65, and none of us had any idea he was in ill health.
Aunty Emily lived with, and for Thomas for sixty five years, and now she feels like the has nothing to live for. She has another son (famous for saying “it should have been me, I’m the alcoholic”), but Thomas never moved out of home. He was there every day of his life, except the Saturday Sabbath, which he spent at church.
I do hope there is a heaven, otherwise Thomas had a whole lot of boring saturdays for nothing.
There will be an autopsy, and then a funeral, and somehow we’ll have to convince Aunty Emily to move out of her home. And perhaps Cocky will come and join us at Club Denistone. Can anyone recommend a bird rehabber, or a cockatoo behaviour resource?
Please spare a thought for an old lady who has had a terrible shock. No parent should outlive their children, even at 89.
And on a happier note, hereis a little video of TBA doing the cute thing.