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peterbirksI've tried telephoning a few of you but, as is the way of you social high-lifers, most of you were out. Sorry if you have to learn of it this way, but I guess that you would like to know sooner rather than later.
Diane Hammon died this morning, aged 52. She was taken into hospital last Monday after another attack of DKA and slipped into a coma late last week after an infection — possibly bacterial, possibly viral — set in and spread to her brain. Kate telephoned me on Sunday to say that things did not look good and I went up to Worcester yesterday to visit Diane, and to meet with her (adult) son and daughter, Stuart and Kate. Di's breathing was still strong (she was perhaps the strongest person I knew) but the morphine was being stepped up and it was really a matter of making her comfortable for her last days. She'd had so many stays in that ward, I think she had been in every bed. And even some of the nurses were finding it hard to keep their emotions in check — Di had always been a gregarious soul, even when in intensive care. The nurses loved her. In fact, most everyone did, including me.
The funeral will be sometime next week. I will obviously be going up there and I should have further details by the weekend.
No eulogies or stuff like that here. Di would not have wanted sentimental gush. Those of you who knew her know what a sweet and wonderful person she was. She bore her long illness with stoicism. "I wish it hadn't happened, but you play this life with the cards you are dealt" she said to me in one of our many long phone conversations.
QFT.
PJ
Diane Hammon died this morning, aged 52. She was taken into hospital last Monday after another attack of DKA and slipped into a coma late last week after an infection — possibly bacterial, possibly viral — set in and spread to her brain. Kate telephoned me on Sunday to say that things did not look good and I went up to Worcester yesterday to visit Diane, and to meet with her (adult) son and daughter, Stuart and Kate. Di's breathing was still strong (she was perhaps the strongest person I knew) but the morphine was being stepped up and it was really a matter of making her comfortable for her last days. She'd had so many stays in that ward, I think she had been in every bed. And even some of the nurses were finding it hard to keep their emotions in check — Di had always been a gregarious soul, even when in intensive care. The nurses loved her. In fact, most everyone did, including me.
The funeral will be sometime next week. I will obviously be going up there and I should have further details by the weekend.
No eulogies or stuff like that here. Di would not have wanted sentimental gush. Those of you who knew her know what a sweet and wonderful person she was. She bore her long illness with stoicism. "I wish it hadn't happened, but you play this life with the cards you are dealt" she said to me in one of our many long phone conversations.
QFT.
PJ
