28th September 1939 - 20th May 2015

It's okay to blip this, right?
Written the day after we said our goodbyes.

Mum's coffin in the church early in the morning.

The service was later. We weren't sure how many might come but arriving together as a family after the short journey from the house the pews looked fuller than I think I had expected, even if I found it was too hard to look for sure, for fear of catching someone's eye.
The service short, two hymns, the reading from Corinthians providing the setting for the centrepiece, the eulogy written by my father, read for him by the Rector. A story of a life, to mark the passing of his wife of more than fifty years. So gently told, it was a life above all of people, of family and of friendships. And in the congregation, representatives of those different times and places in her life. With more still in the flowers, letters and cards that continue to arrive at the house.