I’ve written three posts on Friday’s events which will follow shortly.
Although we are home now, I didn’t sleep very well last night.
My heart is heavy and aching, and my eyes sting with tears as the sorrow and grief is hitting me hard.
I console myself that Mum is out of confusion and pain, and that she is with Dad. I even have a little chuckle at the thought that he may have asked ‘What kept you!’ when she left this world for the next. He was always a patient man, so I knew he’d be waiting.
My family, some of which are practically strangers, is made up of so many different personalities, ages and lifestyles. I have little in common with any of them.
Distance isn’t just a case of mileage, especially when communication methods are all at the touch of a button rather than picking up the phone or dropping a line or ten on paper. Mum liked to receive my letters, and I was more than happy to write them. So it’s the end of an era in that department too.
All in all though, it was a good send off as they say.
And that was what mattered.