Yesterday we said goodbye to my Auntie. Ninety Six years old but the last 4 or 5 years were hard for her family and her in many ways as dementia took her away from them. They did really well looking after her and the grandchildren and great-grandchildren who were all close will miss her albeit she drifted away from them some time ago but she was always a kind lady with a ready smile.
I was OK until I got to the Coffin at the end and dropped a flower on the casket. I really realised it was the end of an era. One of my uncles and my mother are still with us but it's all changed now. We went back and had a drink with my Uncle who passed away in the Covid bleeding stupid nonsense when we could only meet with a few of us and no wake! We raised a glass and there was a photo of my Uncle holding a glass of beer so we had our last drink together.
We used to be close - 50 or 60 years ago but things move on, people move away and you see less and less of each other it's just deaths and weddings as they say. They are nice people bt whilst we get on fine we don't really do that much socialising anymore. Shame.
I'm reminded of my own mortality these past few weeks with my friend's funeral last week and my auntie's yesterday.
On a lighter note, I used my Sat Nav to get to the funeral and to the wake I looked at the rear of the Order of Service, dropped in the Post Code (ZipCode) and after some convoluted driving down narrow roads was informed that "You have arrived at your destination" Only to find that it was the Funeral Directors / Undertakers shop! I imagine that might be my Final Destination but not yet :-)
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