Shine

Yesterday was mum’s funeral, it was a lovely sunny day, the tree’s swayed in tune with the gentle breeze and there was an air of peace about it all. The crematorium was full of family and friends, seeing so many people there for mum made me feel a proud son. The service wasn’t long, a few prayers and one of her favourite songs played in the middle for all of us to reflect on her life, I’d chosen a more modern service and dispensed with singing and traditional organist, after all it wasn’t about a protracted service with pomp - it was about her memory. The vicar did a sterling job on covering my mum’s life; she spoke with theatrics and passion but kept it simple, her words hung in the air evoking emotion in many. Gran stood beside me, my mum’s mother, it was a hard day for her and for this reason I resolved to be strong, when she broke down I supported her and clutched her trembling hand, it must have been so hard to see her daughter go before her but under the circumstances she was very brave.

As for me, I felt very detached from it all, I had a raging headache, made worse by the fact I had to concentrate on the days events, only when the curtain closed around the coffin I felt a surge of emotion and a couple of stray tears meandered down my pale cheeks but at last after a long week there was an air of closure about it all, it was mum’s day and her memory would shine as bright as the sun did.

Dad was there for me, even though he’s been divorced from mum for several years, he still came and his presence gave me strength.

I also want to thank ‘Cela’ for calling me just before I left for the service; your phone call meant a lot to me.

Thanks everyone too for your emails of support, blogging associates and friends alike.