Yesterday we travelled 210 miles to stay overnight at my brothers house. Today was my father's funeral. It was somewhat different to any other cremation I have been to. Three songs were played ( of rather strange and depressing choice made by my step mother) and a humanist gave a somewhat inaccurate account of my Father's life.It was one of those moments when I had to firmly bite my tongue and harness the desire to yell out some truths. But of course I did not.
I mourn more for the life I should have had with my Father than I do for the loss of the life we actually had.
My Mother was cremated at the same place eleven years ago and I have to admit I felt more sad reading her plaque than I did at my Father's service.
MT was an absolute rock, I love her so much. She was everything I needed plus so much more.
I am so glad it is over, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted, now it it is time to move on.
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