The Huddle.

Sis and I went out for a walk to the Sea Walls and ate ice-creams in the rain in homage to TOL and one of her favourite walks, on the way back we stopped for coffee at the Water Tower Cafe. As we left, we encountered this football team preparing for a training session.

We're starting to plan the funeral and we're keen that the Lodge residents should be able to go to both it, and the following reception. There are logistical problems as many of them have mobility problems and will need carers and specialised transport. Tthe management are also very keen on the idea and are trying to make suitable arrangements, they've also suggested holding a parallel service at the Lodge so that those that can't travel will feel included. TOL had spent nearly all of her last year there and made many new friends and enjoyed her new life, a repeated comment was that she felt as though she was on holiday.

At any time of the day we bump into staff who stop us with the gambit, "You don't know who I am, but I know you." There then follows a sharing of memories; never has the phrase, "It's good to talk" had so much meaning for us. The residents are the same, it seems she threw herself into the social life with far more vigour than I had realised.