November 1998

Today it is two months since Mr Duncan died.  I’m still trying to process the enormity of his death.  And it’s insignificance.

 EVERYTHING has changed. Mr Duncan is dead. 

The life we created together is gone, along with the future we planned for our little family.

 How I see the world, how I feel, behave, […]

I wrote this, and a close friend read it for me, at Mr Duncan’s funeral. I first met Mr Duncan when he shared his umbrella with me standing in line for the London Summer Proms.  That was Mr Duncan in a nutshell – thoughtful, kind, generous.   We’d see each other socially at company events, but our