Thursday, October 23, 2008

We are in a northern town, on a northern terraced street,
in a little two up two down house which was once Joan's home.

I used to live in the same street.
Memory banks are full.
Feelings deep.
A flash back to a past reality.
Now no longer home.
Now no longer our reality.
33 years in London has changed me as I work for change in self and others.

We will never sleep in this home again come the end if this week.
I guess we will visit infrequently.
No regrets but still have feelings.

The Sheilas assembled here Tuesday night ready for the funeral on Wednesday.
Joy x 2 flights from working in Tuscany, Italy.
Ann Trained up from TV world in London.
Relatives gathered together with others who have not eyeballed since the last funeral.
We enjoyed each other.
Loved the interactions.
We feel some connectedness which only comes via Families due to multiple childhood memories and mutual experiences.
And we also had great friends with us.
Strange being together in such circumstances but we are happy about it.

We wanted to celebrate a life lived.
Joyce
We did.
Like all of us are, she was a human of beautiful imperfection - but unique of course.

I am reflective of course.
Not sad.
Odd - yes.
Beautiful. Yes.
Like you.
Different from you but just as beautifully unique as you are ....