Goodbyes

I didn't sleep well, the 'hope I don't sleep in' problem. I didn't, so off North on the 8.28. And as we got closer to God's own country the sun appeared and the sky got blue.  Itv was even earn enough to sit in J's garden briefly for a cup of tea before heading West to Alford, driven by R.

Such a sad day.  Charles was only 67. Massive heart attack in the garden.  It was a RC service, although I don't think he was particularly religious. It was the worst kind of religious service. A terrible priest, who hadn't known him and who was more interested in speaking about religion than the man.  Somehow Charles deserved more than that. Then to the interment in Tullynestle,  up on the hill beside that weel kent road the Suie to Clatt. The sun shone,  the  looked beautiful  and it was a fitting way to say goodbye as a butterfly soared across the grave.

Back to the hotel for the traditional funeral tea and a reunion with many old and former colleagues. And more sad news about S's wife,
A. Such a sad day. His brother was so like him,  eerie so and L, his widow is distraught.  Live every day,  live every day.

Now going home.  The clouds are coming over but I did see summer and remember a good friend. Farewell Charles. RIP.