Today I go to the funeral of a former friend Warwick Armstrong ( grandson of the Australian cricket captain of the 1920s).
Warwick or wombat as he was known was a lover of life. I got to know him as a colleague. He was a very good bond dealer. He was great company but liked to smoke cigarettes. He dies of a heart attack quite suddenly.
All of us will miss him.
It is always sad when a friend of yours dies more so when it is unexpected.
I am a time of life when I am attending funerals more than weddings.
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