Death could not be cheated.

In 1977 my parents had tickets to hear their favourite opera singer in concert in Bournemouth. They had never had this opportunity previously and had many of her recordings. On the way to the concert my mother was taken ill. My father vaguely remembered where there was a hospital, as we didn't live in Bournemouth, and managed to get her to casualty quite quickly. With a great deal of effort on the part of the doctors, my mother was eventually rescucitated. The concert tickets were given to the hospital staff. About ten months later the same opera singer was again giving a concert in Bournemouth, which was quite unusual, and once again my father bought tickets, but my mother was never destined to hear here as once again she was taken ill while away from home and died two weeks before the concert. I always thought that on the first occasion my mother had just cheated death and was never meant to go to that concert.