Wednesday 10th June
This morning we went to the funeral of one of Nan’s friends (the lady was 86 years old). It was held in the same church where we held yours, nine weeks ago. Nine weeks. It just doesn’t seem possible that it was so long ago. And yet I remember your service as if it was yesterday.
In the afternoon we came to see you: to talk, to water your flowers, and yes, we cried. We had so much hope for you, so much love still to give.
We keep your resting place tidy and full of fresh, colourful flowers. It is a peaceful place to come and reminisce, to remember and to be close to you.
Soar high, fly free,
Laugh, play and have fun.
My darling Angel son.