I went to another funeral today. A friend who was in in the same choir as me lost her fight with breast cancer and the church was full. She sang in three choirs, was active in church, a keen golfer and people from all those places were in the church, as well as friends and family. it was a fitting tribute to a lovely woman who died far too young, only 68.
We have had a lot of funerals recently. My cousin died last week, though sadly I'm not going to get to that funeral. B went to the funeral of an older friend last week. It does focus the mind and make you appreciate things more I find, the impact of a funeral is to bring home to you that life can be fragile and we need to make the most of it.
There are things I would like to change - I would prefer B to be living nearby instead of 2 hours away. I would prefer some friends to be a lot nearer than they are too, but I suppose that is the rough that comes with the smooth. At least they are they are there. For which I am heartily glad.