Sometimes I wish that I lived a little bit closer to the people who I care about. There are a lot of people near me, but there’s also plenty of friends and family who are scattered all over the country. Every now and again there are times when things happen which make you wish that you could just race over quickly to be with them. Today was one of those times.
We got a phone call from someone my cousin works with, saying that they were worried about him. He hadn’t shown up for work the last couple of days, wasn’t answering any phone calls and wasn’t answering the door. We ourselves hadn’t heard from him for a couple of weeks, and when my parents had phoned or texted him they got no response. Being 50-odd miles away and without our own transport, we couldn’t just rush over and see him, however we were preparing to get there any way we could should it be really serious. His friend, (who happens to be his boss), had been to his home and called the police to get in to check if he was okay. As he lives alone and has no other immediate family nearby, you can imagine how worried we were.
To cut a long story short, his friend called an hour later to say my cousin was in bed and was fine, but the police were going to get him checked out at the hospital. Apparently he had been suffering from a chest infection recently which didn’t seem to be going away. We don’t know any more about his condition yet, but we have had a phone call from the hospital to say that he has been admitted.
Needless to say we were relieved to hear it and we are also incredibly thankful to his colleagues for doing what they did. We hope to get to see him at some point, even if it means getting a taxi all the way up there to see him (incidentally, I would be prepared to give a huge tip to any taxi firm local to us who would take us).