A couple of months ago, I received a phone call from a girl who was obviously very distressed. I asked her name, and she told me 3 times, but I never 'got' it. By then, I thought that I couldn't ask again, so might figure it out during the conversation. She told me about somebody dying, and didn't know what to do. The call was international, so I couldn't collect the number, or even figure out which country it came from. After 30 minutes, I was still none-the-wiser, so tried to console her as best I could, but really didn't know what to do.
For the following couple of weeks, I tried to find out where this call had come from to no avail. It was a strange situation to say the least. No-body seemed to know.
I have just found out, and I am gutted. It was a friend from Monaco. His daughter phoned. We never spent enough time together, but I really enjoyed his company, and respected him greatly. I had always assumed we would get to spend more time together in the future, after all we've got plenty of time (?), so had made ethereal plans to return to Monaco and was hoping he would visit here. He was only 52 - and I still don't know what happened.
Now what to do... have e-mailed to his daughter - we are in regular contact, but as I was unaware of the situation I never referred to it; when considering who it was that called, I struck them off quite early as I thought him too young, and never saw a message to imply this situation on her social network updates. It must be so difficult for her, and I want to offer any support I can. A bit late now. I feel really useless.
God bless you Chris, you were a fine man. Bon voyage my dear friend.
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