Good morning all. Sorry carcass is elevated, and first cup of Clippers consumed, a little fruit'n'fibre, but I'm going back for seconds, toast and marmalade, and of course a second cup. It's a grey and miserable day here. I haven't bimbled for a few days, and the last time I did, well the cold got at that injured shoulder that is still in recovery mode, and I felt the effects for a few days after.
Just to update, Mum's funeral went off well on Weds. The chapel at the crematorium is new and modern, and none the worse for it at all, welcoming, dignified, and warm. Chapeau that architect whoever you are - great job.
The parson, a woman rather younger than me, is a very beautiful person. Genuine warmth, and so much humanity. It was a solemn occasion of course. My brother attempted a eulogy, but he choked up and had to give up, but he'd done enough so that was OK.
I chose the music. I was bracing myself for them getting the choices wrong, cutting them off abruptly in the middle due to time pressures etc, but they didn't. The funeral directors were outstanding too, there was no rushing. Mum wouldn't have liked to be rushed. Their dignity seemed most sincere, and I really appreciated that - lots of touching little gestures that I hadn't noticed at other funerals before.
It was a strange atmosphere, just a dozen or so mourners allowed in, plus the officials. Social distancing in place. Benches roped off to prevent use, and a one-way system. At the end, there was a queueing system, and the need to fill the Covid tracing data sheet. Because of social distancing, not much time to examine the lovely flowers, read the cards, loiter and chat. There could be no wake. It was necessarily awkward, so no grumbles from me, just a little extra sadness. It was as perfect as it could be.
This is a very busy thread. I'd gotten into the habit of reading posts here in the morning. It's nice to read up on what others choose to say about their lives - this can be a very human place in here. I've laid low while I get my head around not having Mum anymore, and one thing and another. Truth is I've been too self-absorbed, not just about my own misfortune of losing Mum, but it has emphasised a little despair about the state of the world, and a sense of the world losing its humanity. 'Oh, do shut up Monkers' my inner voice is urging.
So sorry if I've missed reading that others have sad news too, and sorry for not being here supporting, while you kind folks have sent virtual hugs, personal messages (I haven't even replied to them all as yet, but I will). You seem to be good people, my kind of people. I've been in other parts of these forums recently, and I must find my way back here. xxx