As funerals go it was a good one: no solemn bits and plenty of memories of a mum/grandmother/aunt/ friend/club member who got up to some really naughty things in her day! The vicar did ask permission before saying it but, as mum was as mad as a box of frogs, the sentiment was apt - sent off with her red high heels and her matching handbag. The flowers from my brother and I were returned to the florist and broken down into posies and an Easter wreath to go to the care home.
At the 'wake' afterwards two sides of the family who have not spoken for years (why is buried deep in the past and no-one can really remember why it started) got together and have exchanged contact details. Mum refused to take sides in the dispute, I remember that much, so yesterday was a really positive day- and the sun shone.
At the 'wake' afterwards two sides of the family who have not spoken for years (why is buried deep in the past and no-one can really remember why it started) got together and have exchanged contact details. Mum refused to take sides in the dispute, I remember that much, so yesterday was a really positive day- and the sun shone.