Bridge

Today was my grandad's funeral.

I could write about the service, and how hard it was, and how lovely. But I want to remember the good part. The part where me and Colin sneaked out of the reception to sit in the sun and talk about the man I grew up with, not the man we both knew at the end. The sun shone, we had a good laugh, the bridges looked majestic and I craved the illicit chocolate biscuits he always provided in the early morning. Then we gorged ourselves on ice cream - sadly no Vienetta was available. Or mint choc chip. I think I'll maybe need to toast him again with a whole meal of ice cream. An ice cream party. I look forward to this personal celebration.