Sometimes it is good to swallow your pride and say you're sorry.
My friend of 20 years died of cancer this afternoon, leaving his wonderful Filipina wife and their two lovely boys behind.
They had been married and living in the Phils for over 20 years, but came back to England in 2007.
My friend and I had fallen out for a while over some silly thing, but when I heard that he was ill I started to visit him, and we were friends again, and I think I brightened up his last few weeks.
He was an intelligent and funny man, and as a couple they were inseparable, even though he was 25 years her senior.
I'm so glad that WE were able to say sorry, and that our last meetings were happy ones, also that he knew that I would be there to help his widow and the boys when he was gone.
