I'm no writer, as most people have already gathered. I speak my mind however, I feel I need to tell a story not rugby related at all however it needs to be told.
When I was a youngster an older couple lived a few doors down from our terraced house. All the other neighbours were active and sociable with a drink and were the people you called "Aunty and Uncle" when they wern't but, these two were different. Everyone knew they were inspiring and did amazing things.
I'll call them Mr and Mrs B.
Mrs B was a gentle sweet woman who wore little heeled shoes to lift her height perhaps over 5' 5" she was always dressed smart and you knew she could've judged the jam making competition at the village show. But had the kindest heart and never a bad word to say about anyone and a face that really would brighten any day.
Mr B was a tall strapping man from an older generation he drove a tank in the US army although British by birth and fought at mount Casino. Truly a strong man he seemed to command the respect of everyone in the room just by walking in, but had a kind face and a genuine smile.
Now elderly and slowing down, when he turned 82 he only swam 20-30 lengths at 6am every morning.
They travelled the world together after Mr B received an honourary degree. They mixed with politicians, ambassadors and other society figures but always remembered where they came from.
Mrs B fell ill with dementia her eyes glazed and lost they're spirit, her face knew only one expression.
Mr B cared for her at home alone. He endured the bad days and relished the good, he took her on prolonged holidays where nobody knew her to ask questions.
She steadily got worse. After the years of caring for his wife Mr B began to deteriorate. He had the onset of alzheimers with both man and wife struggling with their mental health the relationship fell apart, a long way from the good days.
Shortly after she was taken into hospital where it was discovered she had cancer and weeks to live. Mr and Mr B both too ill to understand and forced to be apart.
Mrs B is receiving her first week of pallative care.
