to everything there is a season

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance


I took Jess out for a walk this morning in the woods next to D's parents' house in St Helens. It was a beautiful morning.


The funeral was a sad occasion, but also a celebration of John's life. The road to the church was lined with uniformed guards from the prison where John worked as a PT Instructor until only a few weeks ago, and many, many more filled the church. The prison governor spoke about John's hard work, his popularity and his sense of humour. He was obviously liked by the prisoners, too, since they had sent cards and started a book of condolence. His parents, his wife and his sons can be justly proud.


After the burial and the wake, we sped back north on the M6 in brilliant sunshine. Glad to be back safely home :-)