Death of someone who has been kind to you commonly brings sadness & pain, regardless of race, language or religion.
I will miss my lovely, sweet neighbour. He, who welcomed us, when we bought our plot of land. He, who connected hoses to his taps, so that we could embark on building tree wells to save the oak trees before landfill began. He, who told me I could use his land to grow more vegetables if I wanted to expand my growing area.
May God Bless You Steve… I’ll miss you & all those chats we have had about birds, cows, native plants and my “British accent”. 😦