Pitsea Cemetery, overlooking the marshes. Cromwell Manor for refreshments - much recommended. Delight at meeting friends of many decades, welcome hugs from family, great support from Bob. And a devouring sadness.
under a gold and turquoise sky
under a mound of pastel flowers
in the freezing January earth
lies the woman who gave me birth
gone is her voice, her soft white hair
cold now is her broken form
once so vivid in stubborn life
gone forever, my father’s wife
Thank you to everyone who expressed sympathy, or came to the funeral (it was overflowing!) You all made such a huge difference.
Back to cat posts from now on, I promise!
