A Very Special Moment

We woke up Thursday morning to the hardest frost of the winter and it was extremely cold at 8.30 when we set off for the crematorium - but it was magical. The trees were covered in a thick layer of frost and the fields and hills looked like a winter wonderland lit by the cloudless azure sky. The crematorium only opened last week and when we went inside we were shocked by the decor as it is exactly the sort of modern interior that we ultimately want in our house. It seemed that Mum had got it without the wait that we will have. We had told the undertaker that everything must be "tres simple" exactly as Mum would have wanted. There was only John and I there and the very nice young undertaker who was perfect for the job. Some how it seemed just right. We stood by her coffin and I read a few words and then told her about all the friends and family who had been concerned about her since she was taken ill. It was very short but we drove away with a good feeling, which I hope you will understand.

Just to prove that there can be humour at the saddest of times. Anyone who is familiar with the construction industry will know that no building is finished on time. When we arrived they were working on the landscaping - difficult when its 0 degrees - and inside there were electricians and carpenters a plenty - just finishing off!! The poor old boy who was fitting the door handles in the ladies had to be ushered out complete with all his tools while I used the loo. It could have been built by Langwiths of Holbeach who were always in this position whatever council building they were involved in . The ol' boy even looked like a Langwith employee - I guess its the same the world over. Mum would have appreciated the joke and fortunately the electrics worked to allow her a smooth and dignified exit.