Against the backdrop of a sad day there were some wonderful moments.
It was Harry's funeral and the service was beautiful and incorporated into it was a reading by his youngest grandson, a poem read by his eldest granddaughter, a solo saxophone performance of Elgar's Chanson de Matin by another granddaughter, and a duet by his youngest granddaughter, played with her mother. Quite a talented family, and Peter was very good and quiet throughout, and listened attentively to the music, or so it seemed.
My thoughts and feelings went out to my sister, Maggie May, and her two children and grandchildren.
The day was a gathering of friends and relations, and the icing on the cake was the meeting of my two grandchildren, Peter and Rosa, with their parents.
Dear little Rosa seemed quite pleased to meet her big cousin Peter . . . .
. . . . . and Peter seemed very attentive towards his new little cousin.
It was so nice to see them together . . . .
After the memorable service drinks, cakes and nibbles were served in the church hall and after we had circulated for a while it was time for us to to say our goodbyes and head back south through Bristol to my home where I treated us all to fish and chips.
I am so pleased Selina, Matt and Rosa could come to join Jon, Lisa and Peter . . . and myself.
After our meal we all took it in turns to have a cuddle with Rosa and, hallelujah, she actually smiled at me . . . or was it the wind? . . lol.