At last a chance to share my burgeoning creativity. The piece of myself that raises me out of the mundane and into joy.
Thursday, 15 May 2008
Today I went to the funeral of Jim. It was a graveside funeral except that it was impossible to see the grave. There were about 400 people there. As I was driving to the cemetery there were droves of mourners walking and the three roads were lined on both sides with cars. Jim had that lovely easy charm of seeming to make no real effort to make friends yet was simply interested in everyone with a delightful teasing banter. That was it - simple, silent, massive.