A Sad Week

What a dreadful week. One of the kindest and liveliest aunts I have – the wonderful Aunty Marg died last Sunday. She had been quite ill for sometime and passed peacefully in her sleep.

I chose to go to the funeral on my own, I didn’t really think the kids old enough to handle what was to unfold. When Tania and Frazers Baby – their cousin Bethany died, we told them straight away and talked about it for a few days. They didn’t really know Aunty Marg – so I did tell them about the funeral and what happens – but that’s about it. It was an open cask ceremony – which in itself has its own challenges.

It was very sad that as I walked up the lawn to the chapel, I was greeted by cousins – some I had not seen for over 20 years – and I realize that it takes something lie this for the family to get together. We are a close knit family but one that loves from afar – if that makes sense. I have no doubt that if I called upon the help of any of my cousins, I would be rallied around immediately – and yet we hardly see each other now. – as kids we lived in each others pockets. It’s the same with my own brothers and sisters. I drop everything to assist and help them, and I know they would do the same from me – but we forget each others birthdays and usually only see each other at Christmas time. The occasional phone call happens once a month or so – and I do wish we lived closer so that kids would get to know each other better and be able to play.

I still have tears in my eyes as I think about the ceremony – both in the chapel and at the graveside. So horrible – so final. Dons Eulogy to his mum was wonderful – and in typical style – he had us laughing before we wept. She was a remarkable woman who brought so much happiness and love into the lives of her family. I met my great Aunt Bess ( again - the last time was probably 20 years ago) – who is 96 and still drives – she is an incredible lass – that’s for sure. She was the eldest of the family – I don’t think there are many left now – Marg was the 8^th child. How awful to sit and bury your younger sister – I just can’t imagine it.

I can't beleive that the years just slip past so quickly. How is it even possible that I can say the last time I saw one particlar favourite cousin was nealry 20 years ago - he had long hair and a panel van.... far out... now look at both of us - married, kids... phew.

I don’t think I have much else to add to this post – just too sad at the moment.