I Know - I Shouldn't be Here

But I am. We had to cut our holiday in Oz short and come home because the OH's elder brother died.

This was not totally unexpected, to the extent that the bad news to which I referred earlier in the year, was that he had been diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer and had only months to live. The subsequent trip to Sheffield was all about visiting him.

We hadn't expected him to die while we were away - otherwise we would never have gone. When we left the word was 6 - 8 weeks, so to learn that he had died less than one week later came as something of a shock.

We were then plunged into the nightmare of trying to make arrangements to get home early, although in the event the funeral isn't for another ten days or so. So we have a wee while at home to sort ourselves out before that.

 

Not the best of homecomings ever.