The funeral is over. It was a good service. Reasonably short. As usual the hymns were played far too slow, almost designed to bring a gulp to the throat.
We had difficulty though. Having spent a week mediating between one distressed friend, PD, and another grieving & distressed friend, Dick, it was difficult not to feel a bit hypocritical praying for, and thinking, about someone for whom love was a central theme of her life. And yet that is the Jean I remember, not the vindictive cruel woman at the end.
I'm coming to the conclusion that the effect of the pain, & the strong drugs she was on in the end, must have warped her mind. She must have been brooding on some slight, getting it out of all proportion. I certainly can not imagine she wanted to cause as much pain as she has for her beloved husband Dick.
Now I can just hope things will settle down and peace be restored. Hurts will have time to heal. Certainly PD & the other couple banned have both sent messages of goodwill to Dick so they must both have got to the stage of realising Dick felt he had no other option but to obey his wife's last wishes & was hurting even more than his friends. We'll see.
Meanwhile we're having a weekend off from the stress of it all. I'm celebrating with some beef plopping away in some stout ready to fill a pie for this evening.
Our spirits lifted when we got home from the funeral to see Dave, our neighbour, returning from a short walk with his wife. Clearly he, at least, is out of immediate danger & safely home again. My cousin Ann, too, is sounding much more herself after her operation to remove her kidney.
Hopefully things are on the up again. About time too.
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