Amazon have declared our weird Christmas finally over, with two new CDs arriving in the post. New music helps to make a new chapter – but while I fug around to Herbie Hancock and swashbuckle Momo’s inbox, I think of last Wednesday and what a bizarrely good thing it was.
Dad would, I feel sure, have been bursting with pride. I was. Our family of friends were fantastic – thankyou for helping to give us a love-fest that was the best send-off we could have managed. The stories and the smiles around the sadness filled us up. Just thankyou.
Mum is in okay shape, and so is Melly. We’re all doing okay. But we could have talked for days to describe Dad properly.
Thinking of you, Dad. We all have been, very very fondly.