God, hold us, enfold us

This afternoon was Mark's funeral so it's been a strange day - meeting people we've not met for years if not decades, but under sad circumstances.

We had a little time to pass in the morning so we went to visit the small town where I was born, and even the house I spent my first ten or so years in. Although much changed, it was instantly recognisable.

The family gathered at lunchtime. The chapel service was as good as these things can be 'good'. It was clear Mark was well liked.

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The photo is of one of the ancient Sandbach Crosses: one of the few items of history in this area that isn't pottery.

The title is from the deeply emotional hymn that opened the service. A new hymn, I understand, by Majorie Dobson.