Awful news today. One of our hiking group, a lovely American lady who also comes to playgroup with her 2.5 year old and 10 month old daughters, has just lost her husband to a sudden, fatal illness. None of us know what happened yet. Apparently he was suddenly taken very ill, and while being evacuated by airplane out of Kazakhstan, died while still on the plane.
I met him just before Christmas which was nice because he was a lovely, big, friendly guy, and she (wife) and I have been getting on very nicely at both hiking and playgroup. They were quite new to town, I think they came during the summer and she has done a great job of settling in: quite independent, patient, gets advice and then works out the best way to organise life. She is extremely charming, thoughtful and interesting and I am so sad for her.
Spent today running errands and sorting out my own husband's journey back to the UK to see a doctor, and have not been able to stop thinking about the poor, poor woman and her tiny children. They are really small. How completely and utterly sad.