Say it with flowers
The funeral goes well. As it turns out Nanny didn't need the extra wide coffin that Gramps had foretold would be necessary due to her arms getting locked in position if she died whilst knitting. They have '
They play Daniel O'Donnell as we leave the Chapel of Rest - well it made me leave! I spot my sister,
It pours with rain when we reach the cemetery which is always fitting but things seem drier back at the Legion until I get a gin and tonic. I have a momentary lapse and look around to see if Nanny has come in, then pull myself together. Her family are much fewer than in previous years as they all get old and ill and dead. Not always in that order. Many have their hair done by powergen with what looks like a Hi-energy perm. Walter and Doris are there.
We all laugh, fortified by welsh cakes and tea and we watch the kids run up and down the polished dance-floor. Nanny would have liked that - she wouldn't have liked it if it had been my generation or my aunts - we'd have been told to behave and possibly to sit in order of age or height to look neat and tidy. I say wouldn't it be lovely to have the energy of the kids and how I used to love sliding along the dance floor. Richard adds that I was 28 at the time!
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