The worst event was when his wife passed away in March. They had been married for just under fifty-eight years. Then he lost his driver’s licence because his eyesight was failing. A granddaughter had opted to live out on the street. The list went on. “Roll on next year!” thought Cyril. “Only a day to go!”
Of course one of the first things he’d do once New Year’s Day had passed was to go see a doctor. He had these constant pins and needles in his hands and feet.
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