at rest and together
We accompanied Uncle Harry on his final journey today...so hard even though so loving and full of fond memories. Actually his final final journey will be tomorrow when his ashes will be brought home and scattered where Aunty Jean's are, so they'll both be home together.
Lots of people turned out again, surreal to be going through the same procedures so shortly after the last time. We had lovely readings and hymns and I'd written a tribute to them both, which I couldn't read, so Mike did.
And now? Well, I don't know...it's all so final and there's this huge great big gaping hole...and it hurts...how's that for stating the bleeding obvious...
Being in their house is oh so painful but also comforting in a strange way. You come in through the door, everything is as it always was, it smells the same, it looks the same, you see things and remember, you look at books on shelves, pictures on the wall, the fireplace in the dining room, and memories come flooding in. Happy memories, of happy times, and plenty of them. And then reality dawns...Hard to believe Uncle Harry won't be walking in through the door. His things, and many of Aunty Jean's, are still in the same place where they had been left.
I went through a chest of drawers and a cabinet with Mike and his wife yesterday...all my letters and card from when I was about 10 years old, every single one of them, are there, neatly piled and tied with bits of string. Souvenirs from their travels, photographs of family events and holidays and many other occasions, photographs of when they were young and courting, of their wedding,...
Mike says I'm allowed to pick some things as keepsakes, so there'll be a right old trip down memory lane before I go home at the weekend.
"Cheer up, carry on, and do your best."...I can hear it loud and clear...
Tina