A shoulder to cry on


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A woman on the bus home from Wrexham last week poured her heart out to Emma and me. This, much abridged, was her story: “Two months ago my brother, who was like a twin to me, phoned me and said he was going to kill himself. His girlfriend from Thailand, twenty-seven years his junior and his first ‘real’ girlfriend, had left him, after telling him she was already married to a man in England. I really thought I had talked him out of it. But a week later he did commit suicide … I’m now on my way back to Aberystwyth, where my hubby is caring for his brother, who is dying of cancer. The brother-in-law is determined to marry a young Russian woman, recently divorced from her third husband, a Welsh farmer. He has already made his will in her favour and has only weeks to live. Olga has already made the arrangements to marry him on his deathbed.” The poor woman had been home to Mold for a few days to settle her brother’s estate. She was now on her way back to the nightmare in Aberystwyth - a six-hour journey involving three buses. We could say nothing to comfort her, but were glad to have been there when she needed to share her story, even if it was with total strangers.

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