Monday, 1 July 2013

The saddest day

I wasn't planning to write anything about today, because I wasn't sure I'd be able to. But I'll have a go.

It was Mags' funeral, you see. And I thought that would be very sad.

It was.

There was a family service at the crematorium this morning. And this afternoon, everyone gathered at the local Methodist church in Westhead to celebrate Mags' life.

But try as we did, the tears overwhelmed the cheers.

Future events are planned, probably in London. And I look forward to those.

But for now, back in Yorkshire, I feel glad that I knew someone who made me feel good about the world.

The world felt good about her too.