Dear friend departed

There are times in life when the only word you can think of to describe a really appalling situation is "shit"! I don't often resort to four-letter words, and this has nothing to do with my world view of anything, let alone Trump. This is purely personal. A dear lovely friend I have known for 40 years, a dynamic, good-looking bloke with an adorable wife and great children, was hit with the most dreadful disease, no explanation, no reason, nothing he ever did, it just arrived in his body and started slowly to destroy him. He was always the fittest guy you could imagine, he looked like he could live  to a venerable age. But this terrible disease stopped him in his tracks, destroyed his life, turned his body into unmoveable concrete. Motor Neurone Disease. A totally unforgiving monster of a disease. From being the most active and energetic guy, he was slowly and then rapidly reduced to almost nothing. He has now died, gone, just gone. It is so heartbreaking and so unjust and so terrible and so inexplicable. His death has made me feel overwhelmingly mortal, and angry and wanting answers to a million questions. But there are no answers, not for something as grossly cruel as this.