There is a guy who lives not so far away from me.
He is said to be 'two vouchers short of a toaster' after having had a very bad head injury a few years back.
He goes by the name of Wingy - he used to have hallucinations where he saw Angels with Silver wings - and the locals tease him.
But, my father did a lot to help him and he liked and respected my father.
My mother was watching a programme about widowhood on TV.
She was widowed 4 years ago and still misses my father a lot, every day - he was such a larger than life character I can understand.
She told me a story.
One day, she bumped into Wingy in the street and this guy, who had lost nearly everything after his injury, gave his commiserations.
He added 'You are really lucky. You know, you were married for 52 years. Some people don't even live to reach 52 years'.
How wise the fool.