I missed last week, it was Nana Windows’ funeral on Friday, and words didn’t arrive.
It was a wonderful service, not only in my mind, I worried about putting too much pressure on the hubby- choosing the type of service, where, if religious- reading and hymns- there are so many decisions to make, which we weren’t prepared for.
We were fortunate, our Reverend made it all possible, and despite knowing how much she likes to be prepared and organised, when I approached her minutes before the service to let her know the hubby wanted to read the prayers the little people had written during Messy Pentecost, she made it happen with grace, and it was perfect.
The hubby’s cousin wrote and made the most perfect ‘Eulogy’ – even that word seems wrong, she described Vera perfectly, and it seemed everything came together.
And as our life had been focused on the funeral, so this week it still feels we are in limbo.
I haven’t really felt like blogging. I haven’t had anything to say. But think if I don’t start, I might stop.
The hubby is keeping himself busy. Our garden fence has been painted, little jobs around the house are getting done. He’s putting up with my ‘to-do’ lists, which he’s never appreciated before. In turn, I’ve finally finished painting my office, I’ve built flat pack furniture and potted plants. We move forward together.
Yesterday was our 5th wedding anniversary, and we found a way to appreciate it. It was odd, my parents are away and so, for the first time, it was just us.
And in contrast to the melancholy, there is a pace to be held, CM has received a letter inviting her to make her Beavers Promise, and because I like to think no-one reads these posts, I have become an auntie!!! My children have a cousin!!! There may be the small matter of 6,000 miles, but what’s that when you’re family?
And work, is picking up. Everything is rebuilding after the 12months of HR ‘stuff’, I’m beginning to get to do the bits of the job I enjoy again rather than spend hours dealing with… I get to move on, and there is news, there is opportunity to create change, to turn frustrations into action, not without its own frustrations, but to change with baggage or to not change at all…. the choice has created energy, energy because I might be able to make things better.