We're working through things here from dealing with up and down emotions as you spot things around that remind you of Mum, the times you feel like saying "Mum, just where is "he" coming from" as dad rambles on about changes that don't quite seem to stack up right logically and the mumber of times you here a knock and you go to shoot up to her room...and she's not there.
I've gone beyond counting the absolute number of cards received since notifications started, easily some forty plus as we sort out the funeral, having got a venue, an underaker, a person to lead it that happens to be a close cousin who is a Minister of Religion, two hymns sorted thet we know she liked.
We're due to have a meeting with other immediate family members to look at the "style" of service things like the procession, bouquets, dress codes (pushing for no formal codes here) and the like.
There won't be traditional mass sandwich and tea do afterwards as that's not what she'd of wanted and indeed I remember only too well the 150 strong dinner Dad's Mum had upon her death, all prebooked and that. That was kinda big and getting less than personal.
We're getting out, keeping calm and all that so we'll leave things at that until next week.
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