Funerary

We had our own little corner of Wales today. The weather didn’t do us a disservice by, on the day we remembered my Welsh grandmother, being blasting hot or sunshiney. We made our way in a bus, in the rain and cold. We stood in the back, until I realised that as her grandson, they’d kept me a seat near the front.

We sat.

We listened.

We were asked if we wanted to speak.

I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just wanted to say two things, and they seemed unworthy of the moment.

Edna was unfailingly kind. and I’m glad I get to miss you, and you don’t have to miss me.

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