Funerals are terrible occasions, but are often the time when family and friends from far and wide gather to celebrate the life of the departed. My family is no exception, and people came from the Southern hemisphere, Scandinavia, Ireland and elsewhere to pay their respects.
We only had to take a short flight across the Irish Sea and a train to Preston, but that was to the credit of those in my family with a phobia of flying. After some persistent nagging, my son persuaded me to book a passage on the Liverpool to Belfast ferry for the return journey. The night crossing was smooth and uneventful, but neither of us got much sleep.
Let’s hope there will be a happier occasion when our family and friends can gather and share our varied life experiences.
odespinner 