The title is a big giveaway about the content of this entry. Only days ago, we all lost someone close to us, a good friend and acquaintance. This loss has hit us hard, as losses usually do. But for me, I think people may be wondering why it has hit me so badly. Why I have been so affected. I guess, when I first started going to community bingo in the village, John was the first person I met. The first to pop out of the crowd and introduce himself. Although he was about 50 years my senior, age is only a number. In fact, in our friendship, our names were only words too. It wasn't about who we were, or what we did. We were gathered together, each weekend, as warm company. There to have a laugh, and socialise. It was a place to forget about the lives we lived outside of that bingo hall. The only thing that really mattered was a good sense of humour. And that's what I liked about John. It is pointless to ramble on about turning back time and what we would have done differe