Hi everyone
we held John’s funeral on Tuesday, it was a humanist celebrant and was well attended by friends far and wide and was a tearful, but joyous occasion. We made it not just about his 45 years RAF service but about us as a family and a few jokes. Our daughters lit a candle and one read a poem, son in law sang House of the Rising Sun and a wonderful friend read his RAF citation. The after party was a lovely reunion, lots of chat about the olden days (!) and a good time was had by all. On Thursday we interred his ashes, so now just a headstone to arrange. I’ve spoken to the chaplain at the hospital (he phoned me) to talk about John’s care, it was really helpful for them as well as me.
So what now? Well I’m back to work tomorrow, needs must and all that. The motability car is going back tomorrow (they don’t hang about) so I’m back on shanks pony for a bit, quite looking forward to walking more. I don’t feel able to choose a car at the moment, too big a decision to make right now.
The family have all gone home and life keeps going, so must I. Not sure how, but one foot in front of the other, one day at a time I’m told, and it works.
I feel surprised that I haven’t fallen apart, but I did make a promise that I wouldn’t so maybe that’s what’s doing it (or his loss hasn’t hit me yet, or nine years of grieving for our life together has already taken it’s toll). Anyway, thank you all for the kind words of comfort, I’ll still pop in from time to time and am hopeful that our journey (not the last couple of weeks) will give some hope that a Gleason 10 is not necessarily an immediate death sentence.
Love to you all
Allison xx
Edited by member 14 Oct 2019 at 21:05
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