Quote: Originally posted by Oswestry Ed on 21/7/2023
My niece passed away this morning in a hospice in Cambridge aged 34.
My wife lost her niece in April aged 43. Both through Cancer.
Life is cruel and far to short.
That is terrible news, taken at such a young age. Younger than both my daughters. My condolences.
Ed, my condolences to you & your family. Cancer is a dreadful thing for the person & their loved ones, and so much sadder when a young person is taken, thinking of the things they didn’t have time to do.
Condolences to all sharing their losses on this thread. It's all too easy to trudge along day to day and forget how fragile and precious life is, until we are reminded in the harshest way possible. Carpe diem.
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Quote: Originally posted by Mrs. Bonce on 10/7/2023
Oh Marg6 how awful for your husband and his poor family.
well on hubby coming home tonight a few more details have come out, seems the bloke wasnt riding his bike quite as resposibly as he could have been (how do you say being a bit of a dick with respect for the dead?) he took a bad risk and ran out of road im afraid, over took a wagon to find a car in front and a wagon coming towards him with little room for him to dive into to get out the way, one way or another a wagon got him and i feel so sorry for that drive looking forward to going home to his family on the friday night and that happen
Thats what comes of driving too close behind something. Especially wagons. I saw this scenario play out barely a month ago near us.
A motorcyclist came up, and overtook me and went towards the wagon in front i was following, that wasnt going very quick. It wasnt going very quick because 'Elsie' in her Micra up front was holding it up. I knew this, but the biker had no way of knowing she was there. The biker whipped around the wagon - with another approaching. He should have had loads of room to get back in, but i saw him shape to swing back in, then immediately out gain as he had 'Elsie' in his 'space'. The approaching wagon flashed its many lights and smoked his wheels, the biker scraped back in front of 'Elsie' unscathed. Your mate didnt. Could have gone either way. 200 yards away from the spot is a homemade shrine to another biker that didnt make it back in the Spring.