PARANOID // TRAVEL WELL

My grandfather's funeral was today. He was 79. He was a modest man, but apparently all the glory, honour and attention he had denied himself was paid back by the nature at the last possible moment: during the memorial service (or whatever it is called) there was a really huge thunder storm just above the chapel, heavy rain, lightning and thunder, just as if some higher power wanted to acknowledge his passing.

After the service me and my cousins (the grandchildren) went out for a drink in his honour.