I recently went to the funeral of my oldest friend - we had been friends since infant school 63 years ago. It meant a great great deal to her husband and sons that so many of her friends came - how could it not? I helped her husband write the eulogy with some memories from before they met of escapades and fun we had shared - I was the only repository of those memories and now he and the sons have them to share as well. Going to the funeral helped me say goodbye and thank you and also I believe helped her family - the humanist service was very moving and the wake was really life and love affirming as we all shared our memories of her and the different ways we had met and known her - I'm still feeling sad of course but had I not gone to the funeral I would feel devastated. I know what radical means about losing part of myself - my friend knew things about me and shared experiences with me that are unique to us two and there's no-one else now to fill that gap but that sadness is the price we pay for love and friendship isn't it?
The matter of Angela Rayner's house sale isn't going away.....