Kindness....

The night Dan died, and after all the Medics and Detectives and
Photographers and Mortuary Attendants (with Dan's body) had
gone, I was left with the two young Policemen, boys themselves,
who had been the first to arrive when I had called 999.

At 3 am, before I drove North, we stood in the dark street together
and talked about cars.

These days, whenever I think of Dan, I am warmed with pride
and admiration at his courage, and, with him, I laugh out loud
(sometimes at the wrong times and in the wrong places) at all
the adventures he led us into; all the crazy, wonderful and scary
times he gave us in his twenty seven years.

But whenever I think of those two young Policemen, I remember
their awkwardness and gentleness and kindness that night and
I start to cry.