( picture from flickr)
Loss....My uncle who was also mine and my eldest son's godfather sadly died recently
and his funeral was yesterday. My two sons and I travelled south to attend.
As we sang abide with me I glanced across at the coffin ......
tears flowed down my cheeks and that horrible heart/gut wrenching feeling overwhelmed me.
Memories came flooding back, his visits, my children jumping on his knee when they
were little. The van my dad and him hired to help move me to Ireland and the long drive
they uncomplainingly did ( them being Irish any excuse for them to go back
and they would anyway ). I come from a large Irish family and it's 15 years at least since
I had seen some of my family. It was nice to catch up with them our sad loss had brought us
together. Greiving is a different experience for us all, life goes on. My uncle's own grandchildren
2 year old twins were running about oblivious to the whole experience.?
I drove back to my sons reflective and slightly numb, the thick fog and plummeting temperatures
bringing my mind back to the road. Staying with my sons another day :-) then continuing the drive
north to home tomorrow.
