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Angie died seventeen years ago today. Hannah rang first thing this morning to check how Peter was doing. She's going to be on-shift for twelve hours today, so it was the only opportunity she had. Usually we go and put flowers on her grave, but this year we're trying not to go out at all, with Jonah perhaps being high-risk for COVID-19. After Aunty Dot's death, that feels even more important. With her being a centenarian, we have to accept that she could have gone off any day with ordinary flu or any number of other things, but Jonah's only my age and we're still hoping to have him with us for a good few more years yet.