Um, I have just heard from my above-mentioned lovely �godsister� that my lovely 'godbrother', my dearest friend from undergraduate days, has just died.
Of cancer. But I mean this too as a positive post. Because even he, who did have a dreadful prognosis TWELVE YEARS AGO of 6 mths to 2 yrs life expectancy, has since then not only made medical history, but taken over the running of his College, published several more books of great depth and wisdom, seen all but one of his children married and a whole lot more grandchildren born and grow up, and above all still been a wonderful friend to me, of whom he quaintly and touchingly said to a visiting professor at dinner in College, "This is my best friend so-and-so. I have always had very few, but very close friends..." and all his other friends and family.
He had had so many close calls that his last call to me, in which for the first time he said �farewell� might not have been THE last.
However positive I have tried to be about all this, I have cried a lot for him and his family over those years, especially my godsister, who has been heroic beyond all imagining. Now I will no longer fight those tears. Jesus wept. It must be ordained, then.