Tonight the town's Methodist population is reeling from the death of our Minister.
Neil was a wonderful man, who did Rich's Celebration in a wonderfully understanding manner. He knew Rich believed differently, and cared deeply that Rich was spiritual, as opposed to who or what he was spiritual about. Even in the service he was clear that we were both very faith filled people, and that we loved and respected each others faiths.
He died at home, alone. There has to be lots of poking and prodding and so on but it looks like asthma.
I don't know how AC will cope. He has lost so much recently, that whilst I know he will cope, I don't know how he'll do it. It's just a case of waiting, and seeing. He's a strong child though, who will pull through this horrible time of his life.
I am so tired I'm writing rubbish, so I'm going to bed. Tomorrow I have lots of children all day, including a beautiful baby!