A big hole

It's amazing what a big hole a small man can leave. Little B was physically a small man - he used to be a cox for rowing & was the ideal shape for a jockey. He was tight-fisted, ready to argue over a penny. He made his half pint last well over an hour. He rarely made any outward show of his feelings. He always signed his cards "With regards". With time it progressed to "With warmest regards" but you knew the depth of the warmth of those regards in a way so often absent from many people's "With love from". He could be incredibly cantakerous & pernicketty. Yet for all he irritated, we loved him & miss him greatly. He could be found at the Pub every day of the week, always pleased to see you. He was one of those few people you could be companionably silent with without feeling embarassed by the lack of words. He just couldn't see the point of speaking unless he had something worthy of saying.

So now we wait once more. Another funeral to go to, our fifth this year. Hopefully our last for a while. Now we just hope it isn't on the same day as Fran & Den's wedding. Nor that he puts too much of a dampener on that event. He wouldn't have wanted that.