I found the first week back after
the Christmas break to be a real roller coast ride in lots of ways. The weather
was all over the place, with high winds and driving rain one day and dry balmy
mildness the next. It’s still that stage of the year where it’s dark when I
leave for work and dark again when I come home. Monday saw me having dinner at Albert’s
Shed. The food was the usual high standard, but unusually it was quiet enough
to have a conversation without the need to shout at each other across the table.
I was with the Greater
Manchester health Deans and Heads of School. We were saying goodbye to 2 of our
colleagues, Ian Jacobs (moving on to a VC's role in Australia) and Vince
Ramprogus, who was retiring. It was good to be able to celebrate our time
together and wish them well for their futures. It was also Day 1 of our Operational
Planning Challenge – 3 years of ambitions on just 3 sides of A4.
Tuesday, I read of the death of
Irene Jorden. I never met Irene or her husband who had died the week before.
But like many people, I had heard of them both. And their story warmed my heart
last year. Bernard Jorden had wanted to be part of the 70th D-Day
commemorations in France last June. Despite the best efforts of the staff who
looked after him and his wife at their nursing home, arranging a trip proved
impossible. Not to be deterred he took himself off and made the trip without
telling anyone, sparking a huge manhunt for him.
Last year’s D-Day commemorations
were particularly poignant as it was possibly the last time the remaining veterans,
most now in their late 80s and 90 will gather together to recall the day that 'changed
the world'. Bernard was 90 when he died and his wife 88, they had been married for
over 50 years, and were said to still be 'truly in love with each other'. Research
suggests that there is a 66% chance that a spouse will die within 3 months of their
partner dying.
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