One of the most memorable funerals I attended was for a lovely Swedish lady who died in her late eighties after spending most of her life in the UK. It took place in a beautiful hillside burial ground on the outskirts of the small town where she'd lived on a lovely sunny day.
Her family arranged the secular ceremony which was conducted by one of her sons who played a guitar. Everyone dressed in bright cheerful colours. She was brought in by her family in a wicker coffin and laid to rest, then all her great grandchildren threw on special wild flowers whilst the extended family of about thirty people sang a Swedish folk song.
At the end of the ceremony all of the family and friends released blue and yellow helium balloons which drifted up into the sky in the general direction of Sweden.
Good Morning Monday 10th August 2026
Someone needs to go back to Junior School himself.
Unbearable grief compounded by our adult children’s reactions


