We continue to try
to get our bearings back. Somehow life before Sunday seems weeks away. I’m
desperately trying to remember what food we have in the house. We’re going to
do the shopping today. It’s not our normal day so that doesn’t help us feel we’re
back to normal. But my, are we rejoicing in the fact I’m safely home again,
even if my finger is still not back to normal.
It was a better
funeral than many. There must have been 200 people there. She was much loved.
It convinced me a civil ceremony is what I want when the time comes. As far as
I can see a funeral is for the living, &, as most of my friends do not have
strong religious affiliations, I can see little reason why I should inflict my
religious views upon them. I would sooner my friends & family share my
enthusiasms & remember me as I am. So far I’ve felt religious services seem
to be taken by people who’ve made very little effort to get to know the
deceased.
Marney, the deceased
in this case, was a wonderful woman, warm & welcoming. She was president of
the golf club until literally the day before she died. She was nearly 90, but
had hoped to live until 2027 when she would have been a member of the golf club
for 50 years & so entitled to free membership. She ran the golf club as
though it was her home. She always stopped to chat to everyone who was in the
clubhouse whenever she was in. Apparently in her youth she had played for her
country in both hockey & cricket. She taught sport at school. Her other
occupations were more surprising. She was roadie for the folk group, The
Spinners, in the 60s when they did their tours. She ran a music bar in
Liverpool for a while. She even had a song written inspired by her. All in all
she was a wonderful person who will be greatly missed.
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