Barry and Helen
I pen this letter a little later than I’d hoped.
That’s life…sometimes a little late, but never early. If it were, why were newspapers ever thought of?
We hope you had a terrific 70th birthday.
You’re now into your 71st year, and as Lynne and I both thought as we reflected on our own aches and pains, we are all that bit closer to heaven, where we’ll meet with many of our forebears and the saints.
But not Barry, for I think he’ll go on until Sunderland drop out of the football league.
You have to ask, is this a blessing?
The saints are truly worthy of our praise, for they have done a lot to deserve it.
But I know Helen will want, first stop, to meet cousin John.
The saints can wait.
And at the next stop you should meet my brother John Spicer Armstrong, who died in 1945.
Lynne, my current 72-year-old and I love Helen, and belatedly wish you birthday greetings.
I’ve known Helen a tad longer than Lynne, and often tell her what a beautiful person she’s been since we met in the early 1970’s.
Lynne’s stamp of approval is of course of paramount importance to me.
I adore the woman.
Thankfully, she embraces Helen.
Lynne and I both love you.
And we aren’t the only ones.
On to the minutiae…
Or is it?
This morning Lynne had a letter inviting her for surgery on November 16.
It’s to be in Blackburn.
As an aside, you should read my latest http://www.robertarmstrong.co.uk blog to learn more about my brother John’s death in 1945.
We love you very much
Rob and Lynne