Hi all
I'm back. Loving the weather analogies!
Well, the funeral was lovely, really. Lots of people came to the church and the crem and to the wake afterwards. My grandmother would have been kicking herself to have missed it! It was very clear that she was much loved - everyone remembered her with love and affection and there was a place for humour, too.
Oddly, the cremtorium seemed different today - it is in a very beautiful setting, and the sun was shining (whereas on Wednesday it was horrible weather). And being surrounded by people made it different. It was the same with the 'wake' (HORRID WORD!) - everyone was chatting and laughing and supporting each other. And although it struck me very hard that my grandmother has gone for good - it hadn't until then - and that hurts a lot, it also became evident that we were so lucky to have her in good health and full sanity as long as we did (even in hospital recently, at 93, she was incredibly sharp and very on the ball!) and we could celebrate her life.
Very different from Stella, who never had a life, and who nobody remembers except us. With Stella it was all pain and no happy memories, because she was born stillborn. And that made me hurt for her and me, stupid as that sounds.
DD was very well behaved. DH is cross with me though because he tried to hug me in church when I was crying and I shrugged him off. The thing is I just wanted that pain on my own, I needed to go through it myself. He can't understand that. And I don't know how to explain it, really; it's just me.
Thank you all for all the virtual support; as ever, it is very much appreciated.
Busier, not like you to stay away - are you okay?