January two years ago on Allerton Ward whilst we were talking to the nurses about Andy, a guy in a surgical gown whod been staring at me came up and said You dont recognise me do you?, Im Alan Linnitt and there he was, a 45 year version of the teenager Id worked with in the eighties. Alan was there for tests and had been diagnosed with terminal cancer for the 4th time he cheerfully told me. But he wasnt concerned with that, he was concerned about Andy and went over to see him immediately. Alan died 11 months later, fighting to the end, always positive, brave, generous, and always asking about Andy first, such at big heart. At 6 ish this morning, back on Allerton again, Andy came round after being out of it for 8 days and yesterday had been given hours to live with a chest infection and other stuff. His first words were I want a drink, get me a can of coke and wasnt pleased when told he was nil by mouth Youre torturing me......and stop laughing at me Rovering home later, the song below played on shuffle, the one Alan had for his funeral when he was carried in and it makes me think of him whenever I hear it and I blubbered. Strange how we meet and our paths cross or maybe it isnt, I dont know. But I know this, without our mortality thered be no love or any need for it. Andys fragile but ok Al, The Admirals back and I love him and your valued memory youtube/watch?v=lGqFXtgUwzs&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Posted on: Fri, 16 Jan 2015 20:24:20 +0000
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