One of many

[cybermule]

I've been away from work a lot recently, and haven't really updated as much as I would like. With the result that I did a lot of neat stuff over the weekend, but forgot a good deal of it. But I do remember a nice sunny day at the pub with 0ct0pus.

I also remember my granddad's funeral on Tuesday morning. It was weird hearing the vicar talk about his life - I never realised he did so much. It still doesn't make me feel any sadder or closer to him, but I do view him in a different light. For example, it was weird seeing his military flag over his coffin, and people bringing standards into the church. I knew he was in the RAF, but I guess I never really realised how big a deal it was in his life. I also don't know anything about Blenheims, but I might go and look them up now.

I think the biggest sadness was looking at my aunt and uncle, and seeing their faces and realising I knew exactly how they felt. Two years ago, that was me, and the feeling is devastating.

I know you always think this after funerals, but I really will try and keep in touch a bit more in the future.

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[ninneviane.livejournal.com]

The last funeral I went to, which although wasn't the funeral of anyone very close to me, did get me thinking along similar veins. Looking round at the family grieving, listening to the story of her life, I wondered how many people sitting there listening actually knew those things, and how much more there was that was left unsaid or not known, and I know it left me feeling like I wanted/needed to spend more time with my family, especially my Dad who's in his 60's and my Nan in her late 80's.

Glad the funeral wasn't too difficult hun xxx