[Magdalen] Bad news and prayers

[Ginga Wilder]

Oh, Marion.  Such sadness and loss.  May God wrap you in loving arms that
give you comfort through it all.

((((((((((((((Marion)))))))))))))))
Ginga

On Mon, Oct 8, 2018 at 4:52 PM Marion Thompson <marionwhitevale at gmail.com>
wrote:

> I have heard from an old old friend, since 1960, in Hereford.  For
> whatever reason Barbara’s  was one of only seven Christmas cards I sent to
> England last year.  Apparently it arrived a week after she had had bowel
> surgery for cancer and she was much cheered by it.  Fast forward to the
> other day and again for whatever reason her computer coughed up old emails
> and she realized that she did have my address after all.  So I got an
> update saying she went off chemo in the summer because her body couldn’t
> take any more.  It was the sort of communique one would write near the end.
>
> So on Saturday I was ;literally just finishing an email to Barbara, when
> up popped an incoming message from another friend’s ex- with the subject
> ‘Tiggy’.  No!  I had stayed with Tiggy in Chobham in August, my last night
> before flying back to Canada after Jim’s ashes.  We had a wonderful
> evening, a good catch-up.  We had even shared a house years ago and she was
> a good friend to Jim when he was over there in recent years  She was due to
> get a biopsy result on the Monday after I left and we talked at length
> about the ‘yummy man’ she had met some months before and who was due to
> visit the next week, too.  And so no news and time passed without further
> word.  So it has turned out that she is full of cancer, chest, lungs, etc.,
> full of drugs, and is in hospice and not going to come out.
>
> I’m gutted by the news about these two friends who have been in my life,
> well, forever.
>
> And last Sunday was my last concert singing with The Marion Singers.
> After so many decades, it was a difficult day, but I prevailed until the
> last two bars.  The next three days I felt like I’d been kicked by a mule,
> such was the emotional hangover.
>
> So here I am, on the brink of 80 y.o., with the words of the psalmist
> running through my mind, “I see that all things come to an end”.  It’s a
> bugger, and no mistake.  Sorry if I’m rambling.
>
> Wednesday I’ll drive to Montreal for a several-day visit with my kids and
> their kids and the great grand-daughter who was born in July.  Lots of
> jollification culminating in the birthday dinner on the 12th.  So there’s
> lots to be thankful for and it will be good fun, but oh, I’m so sad.  It
> has been a rough year.
>
> Marion, a pilgrim
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