Preparing For A Funeral
Apr. 22nd, 2013 11:45 amI never knew John's surname till today. I rang the crematorium to check I'd got the time of the funeral right and had to admit to the person on the desk that I only knew him as John. Times change. In his youth- indeed in my youth which is considerably more recent- we'd have been calling one another Mr S and Mr G. In fact, being his junior, I could well have been addressing him as "Sir".
I've spent much of the morning plotting a route to the crem- using google maps and street view. We know that part of the world perfectly well, but there's a road closed in the town we have to go through and we feel the need to be absolutely sure we won't get lost. Funerals make one nervous.
I've spent much of the morning plotting a route to the crem- using google maps and street view. We know that part of the world perfectly well, but there's a road closed in the town we have to go through and we feel the need to be absolutely sure we won't get lost. Funerals make one nervous.
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Date: 2013-04-22 12:19 pm (UTC)Sorry for the loss of your friend.
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Date: 2013-04-22 12:52 pm (UTC)Cremation makes sense- though I suppose the archaeologists of the future won't thank us for destroying our dead.
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Date: 2013-04-22 01:17 pm (UTC)I hope all goes as well as these things can be expected to.
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Date: 2013-04-22 05:10 pm (UTC)It went as well as these things ever do.
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