Everything's all blurry

A year and a day since this I'm at another funeral - same chapel, same minister but a hint of spring in the air and the comforts of shared humour and friendship remembered with affection.
It's family flowers only, so a walk in the park later reveals these primulas, windblown and tattered, but shining brightly in the sodden earth.

R.I.P. Tony, 1938 - 2013.