Thursday, February 21, 2013
I’ve been away for a few days for the funeral of my best and dearest friend – someone I brought my children up with and with whom I shared the ups and downs of life. Sad –sad-sad - but these things are the pattern of life and I was glad to be there with other friends and share our memories. She was also my maddest and most unconventional friend and managed to make us all smile by issuing an instruction for all close female friends and family to wear red underwear to the service. ‘No flashing, though!’ she had written, ‘I just want everyone to be aware - that is my own celebration of my death.’ Had to be honoured!
Her daughters had put out some photos of her life at the wake and amongst them was this one, rather blurred now, of her two daughters and my two sons having a mudbath in her garden. Brought back memories of so many good times.