Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Dedicated to Aunt Brenda
On the 5th my aunt Brenda passed away after a long period of illness and today was the funeral. We had travelled over the previous night to avoid the potentially nightmarish Reading-to-Kent-via-the-M25 breakfasttime traffic - being late to a Brown event was par for the course for us so this time would be different. Unfortunately we hadn't made allowances for Samantha's organisational skills (no medicine packed) and we spent the time between breakfast and the service waiting in a doctor's surgery to be seen.
The funeral ceremony was a tad too traditional and impersonal - nearly all the priest's oratory was around the transition from life to death with hardly any about the person we loved and had come to remember.
Afterwards we moved to my cousin's house for the wake and a chance to meet up with people we hadn't see since last year's garden party. It's tricky to get the conversation right - you're there because someone has died but you are enjoying seeing everybody again.
One lasting memory from Brenda is that she introduced me to the idea of the bathroom library - every loo should have a bookshelf of comedy books to help people pass the time away:
The funeral ceremony was a tad too traditional and impersonal - nearly all the priest's oratory was around the transition from life to death with hardly any about the person we loved and had come to remember.
Afterwards we moved to my cousin's house for the wake and a chance to meet up with people we hadn't see since last year's garden party. It's tricky to get the conversation right - you're there because someone has died but you are enjoying seeing everybody again.
One lasting memory from Brenda is that she introduced me to the idea of the bathroom library - every loo should have a bookshelf of comedy books to help people pass the time away:
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