annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Funeral part 2 We picked up the ashes this morning, me and YD, and of course it isn't Sam, it's a bag of dust, not even an urn as we forgot to upgrade that when we came into the money. I'm all over the place, but that's OK. It's not always, or even that often as bad as it was when last I wrote, but it is sometimes as she was my darling girl and that's how it is. I want to finish my account of her funeral though. After I'd spoken, YD read a searingly painful tribute, describing their relationship as it had been, back when they were young and both still lived at home with me. Then we all sang this: [youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JW2aBxujzB4&w=560&h=315] Grandson wrote a tribute but was unable to read it so I did - short and beautiful. Then the ex-manager of the care home read a poem she'd written. She's given me permission to post it, so here it is. To clarify, some of the points I've marked with a * - the previous home didn't give us the pump required to feed her by tube; she used to collect those ghastly blue nosed teddies - had about fifty of the fuckers; she had a tattoo in the small of her back; I took her out that first summer for half an hour and managed to get her legs so sunburned they blistered and she had to go to A&E for treatment, which she loved as she couldn't feel the pain but she could see lots of handsome doctors... "This is our Sam....... She turned up at our door June the second Soon she was smiling We’d give her a choice We would chat away A sign of her past Her beautiful hair "Let’s brush your teeth Sam!" A trip to the beach The burns on legs* A bumpy ride in her van Her 40th birthday An Archers she had She loved a good cuddle The nighttime routine was by far the best She’d screw up her face to play along Sam, Amazing. We were SO FUCKING LUCKY to be looking for a place for Sam when they had a vacancy. The very last thing was 'Praise you' by Fatboy Slim being played over the system: "We've come a long long way together Through the hard times and the good I want to celebrate you baby I want to praise you like I should" And we all went outside through the back door and every one of those fuckers wanted to hug me and stood in a long line waiting so I had to do it and it was awful, then by the time I got to the end we had to leave because the next family were coming in the front door. All back to my friend M's house where there was family and friends and food and booze and sunshine and lots of photos and memories and stories... After they all went, Son and I took the little dog to the sea glass beach as the sun was going down And today someone gave me a cheque for five hundred quid with instructions to go on holiday, treat myself, no arguing. On we go, dear friends, on we go.
11:36 p.m. - 26.09.19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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