I watched my father stand tall through the day, from a bowed, drawn man dreading the day ahead to his old self by the end of the day, chatting to his friends and planning trips in the weeks and months to come.
Saturday, 3 October 2015
A good day
I haven't got time for a long post but wanted to say what a lovely day we had for mum's funeral. Sunshine, beautiful flowers (arranged by my own fair hand I tell ya), a wonderful service with lovely singing, a church full of friends and family, a pub full of chat, love and memories. It was a happy, healing day.
I watched my father stand tall through the day, from a bowed, drawn man dreading the day ahead to his old self by the end of the day, chatting to his friends and planning trips in the weeks and months to come.
I watched my father stand tall through the day, from a bowed, drawn man dreading the day ahead to his old self by the end of the day, chatting to his friends and planning trips in the weeks and months to come.
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Thinking of you, lovely. Glad all went well.
Sx
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