Benches

Went to a funeral today. My lovely, kind and beautiful neighbour, Mary. She was only 44. It was also another blue sky and sunshine day. Afterwards I sat on one of the benches near the Crematorium dedicated to loved ones and thought about the fragility of life and how lucky I was to have known her and to still be able to feel the warmth of the sun on my face.
Go well, M. You will be missed.