A True Story of Wrong Priorities

You never forget your first love even, apparently, in extremis.

A retired minister once recounted to me the following experience:

'The day after my husband died I phoned around family and friends to let them know. When I phoned X, who was actually his first girlfriend, she said: 'you’re calling to tell me that Peter has died, aren't you.' I asked how she knew. 'He came to me last night, sat down on the bed and told me.'

I said that was rather a nice story, to which she replied:

'Yes, but I do wish he'd come to me first!'