considered him to be a "friend". He was simply someone I knew. I also knew he was lonely so I would listen when he spoke to me.
I had not seen J... around for several weeks. The thought passed through my mind that he had, despite the football season still going, headed off to spend some time in the country community where he and his partner had a house. I was not too concerned. The owners of the cafe where he would eat a sort of brunch did not mention him. They are used to people like J...
People like J... are generally male. They have lost their partners. The shopping centre is where they eat if they are not comfortable eating in the pub. At least three places will give them a meal for about the same price as the pub. It saves them having to put something in the microwave at "home". One small cafe is particularly good. Without being told or being intrusive the owners somehow know there are people who need support. The should be paid them for it. They are performing a social service.
That is how it was with J... If he saw me he would comment about something which was going on. He would read the state newspaper and ask what I thought about something written there. He would spend four or five hours a day in the shopping centre. Brunch at the cafe would be followed by time sitting on a seat nearby or another coffee at the cafe at the other end of the building.
He was a football fanatic and a cricket tragic. When his partner was alive he would sometimes stay behind in the tiny unit they owned in the city just so as to attend matches. He would tell me, "You really don't understand that do you Cat? It's important."
Yes, it was important to him. Although he had been a teacher reading, apart from the paper, was not important to him. His partner had been a school librarian for many years. She had been on the Senior Cat's staff at one time and he had always spoken highly of her. The Senior Cat shared my views about J... and, like me, would let J... talk. It was all we could do.
I suppose the death notice in this morning's paper should not have come as a shock but it was...shall I say a surprise. Here is another person I will not see in that sort of "casual but important" way. I will not have another conversation with him, the sort of conversation which is important.
Too many of us can go through the local shopping centre and forget there are people who seek company there. Too often I have been guilty of hoping I can rush in and out without seeing someone I know, someone who needs to chat for just a few minutes. I am thankful I did stop for a few minutes on that last occasion - but did I do it often enough?