Rush, rush, rush

Another day, another trip up to Stourbridge. This one a bit of an emotional visit as we had to organise my Dad's funeral. The funeral directors were lovely, and we seemed to get most things organised - including the flowers.

I can't help but think part of me has gone as well. I am learning to live with my adjusted life, but oh! How I will miss him.

I caught this blip at Euston, it is such a reality check: As I am wallowing in my grief everyone is still rushing about with their lives. Desperately getting to a meeting or late for work. I did however, see some really touching scenes - like a granny with her young grandson and their suitcase - were they going home or off on an adventure?