18 June 2012
Another one bites the dust
Yesterday I took Snoopy for an early-morning walk around the block and on my way back along the main road I saw an elderly neighbour and his wife walking very slowly arm in arm towards me on the other side of the road. Because of the wide road and traffic between us, no words were exchanged, but we waved at each other (although the wife stared fixedly at the ground) and he did a thumbs-down sign at me. My heart sank. Their grown-up daughter is an alcoholic, has been in and out of hospital like Greg. Last week she was given days to live. Her liver and kidneys had failed and her heart was labouring. She was on life-support. I deduce the thumbs-down sign meant she had lost her battle. She leaves an 18-year-old son to fend for himself. Alcohol has claimed yet another victim. Such a bloody awful disease. Such a bloody awful shame.