sad but inevitable
Good morning from Peel. I am unfortunately here for the funeral of a family friend. These things happen. It’s a phase of life. Weddings, christenings, significant birthdays and then funerals. No point trying to gloss over it. My main philosophy when it comes to funerals is that we should take time to remember the departed friend and then celebrate their life. For me religion doesn’t enter into it.
I remember when former Morning Star landlord John Smith died he left provision in his will to pay for a humongous party. 600 or so people crammed into Lincoln Cathedral for the service (he was popular and his trade meant he knew a lot of people) and then went on to the wake at the White Hart Hotel. We hadn’t realised he left us a free bar but certainly celebrated his life.
After that I was due at a dinner in Westminster. Caught a taxi to Newark, couple of gins on the train and then had to sit through an hour’s parliamentary committee meeting before adjourning to the Royal Horseguards Hotel for dinner. The things one has to do:)
When I go I want a good party. Thought about having the wake before I’ve actually died as I’d quite like to be there. I think that’s tempting fate though so it ain’t going to happen. I am happy to stipulate a dress code in advance. No suits. No mourning. Bright hawaiian shirts if possible and upbeat tunes. I’m not bothered about the venue. That will be up to Anne.
This morning I’ve been down to the prom and around to Fenella Beach. My fave spot. Now it’s chillaxing around the house until it’s time to go. 1ish for a 2pm start at the crematorium.
Anne is over in Birkenhead spending some time with cousin Janette who has just come out of hospital. I quite miss the cup of tea in the morning when Anne is not around. When at home we take it in turns to do down and make it but I don’t bother making it just for myself.
Featured image is of Fenella Beach Car Park. Note the lack of cars. This is in marked contrast to the summer holidays when motorhomes turn up and stay the night despite there being no overnight parking allowed. Ahh the bliss of the off season.