Too Much

My neighbour is wonderful. We've lived next door to one another for well over 30 years. When her husband was alive, he was always doing work for me - building fences, pointing walls, plumbing in sinks - but he developed diabetes, which led to an infected sore, which led to an amputation from which he never fully recovered. This was a few years ago now, and finally she has decided to sell her house and move closer to her younger daughter. She doesn't have the best of health herself, and the house sale, which has been dragging on for months, had been very stressful for her. Finally she has a moving date - next Friday. But her elder daughter's husband was taken ill last week and admitted to hospital with septicaemia. As well as several operations, he was put into a drug-induced coma and put on life support in intensive care. He didn't make it. At age 53, with a six-year-old son, he died on Thursday night. I cannot imagine how they will all cope. It's just too cruel.