It seems that everyone in the Uk and Ireland are mourning the broadcaster Terry Wogan today.
His breakfast shows of the 1970s always brought a smile to my face when I was getting ready for school and I was reminded just how funny he was , when on radio 2 today, Ken Bruce was reminded of Terry's witty banter by a memeber of the general public.
One morning Terry told his audience that Jimmy Young ( who was an aging broadcaster in the following show) had streaked his way through a local village flower show.
" Apparantly" Terry quipped " Jimmy had won the prize for best dried arrangement"
People of all ages loved Terry Wogan and today's outpouring of grief must be a great comfort to his family and friends, who have perhaps recieved the wonderful affamation that he was thought of so fondly by so many.
This reminded me of an incident years ago when, as a junior nurse, I helped lay out a patient who had suddenly died on his admission to hospital. The elderly man had one son down as next of kin, and the son and his sister , ( both well spoken, well dressed middle aged professional types) attended the department to see their father after being contacted by phone.
There was no tears and no upset from the couple when they arrived and it was my job to take them into see their father who had been placed neatly under clean sheets and blankets on a hospital bed. They followed my lead, hand in hand , and stood there quietly when I showed them into the cubical .
" Do you want to sit with him for a while?" I asked in my kindest voice and both shook their heads
" We just needed to come in" the man explained " we have not spoken to him for 20 years"
I nodded and said something along the lines that " It must be difficult for you both"
When anger flashed in the sister's eyes.
" He was a monster" she whispered " a real monster" and she retreated into the protection of her brother's arm . I noticed a look of contempt on his face as he gazed at the body of his dead father
Moments later they left with no other explaination.
There must be nothing worse than not to be mourned by Anyone or anything when you finally shuffle off this mortal coil