Dotcom funerals are part of life. There are only 2 things we know in life we are born we die. The rest we muggle through the best we can.
This may sound awful but it's what happened. The funeral before us over ran . We sat in the car waiting when I think it was me who said dad would hate this as he hated to queue and we laughed. But he did . It's like I told the funeral director not to drive slowly. So we went at the speed limit. My husband was a speed demon how he never got a speedy ticket I will never know. We are atheists so had non religious funeral and no flowers . If people want them that's their choice but to us they are a waste of money . We asked for donations if people wanted to give. We gave the cancer ward over £5,000. My mother in law didn't like the no flowers and wake but it's what we wanted. His last Christmas we talked about his funeral as we knew he hadn't long. He said just do what you want . The funeral director talked about him even mentioned the old gits drinking club as I named his Friday nights out. He was the youngest the 3 others 15+ years older. But we didn't cry which was a good job as people came from all over the country.
The children went out with friends because that what they needed and I wanted. Then I cried . For him but also for the children and me. My present and future and the children's died with him. The children had a whole new life ahead of them and I let them go and live it. But I couldn't live the life I wanted as I had parents and mother in law who needed me.
We all have to make choices in life some we don't want to some we do. I could have followed the children once they left home for good. But I have never been the sort to shrike my responsibilities. And I was needed. So I stayed.
When my dad died it wasn't until his funeral I broke down. When he died there was to much to do and mom couldn't cope. But remember looking at his coffin and thinking it was way to big for him. My daughter had written a beautiful piece about the picnics mom and dad took all the grandchildren on. She read it with tears running down her face.
Mom's funeral I again was broken hearted . But my mom had died long before her body had dementia killed her . But I looked after 24/7 at my home. My choice I couldn't put her in a home even when she became violent. She was my mom and I loved her and knew I could take better care of her . Proud of the fact she never had a sore on her body. Unlike my brother's ex mother in law who was in a home. So I did the right thing .
Mandrake if I had a choice I wouldn't have gone to any funeral except my husband's. Funerals are hard enough but it's other people who can make or break a funeral. That's why I didn't want a funeral but my daughter does so she will have her way. It's her choice and I respect that.
My mother in law refused to go too her own grandchildren's weddings she had no excuse. Wild horses couldn't have stopped my mom.
DerbyshireLass you are still in what I call early years of berveament. That's what I call the first 10 years. Unfortunately in my experience I miss my husband more as the years go by the grief doesn't get easier you just learn to cope better. But have wobbles. Because I had been with my husband since I be was 16 had to do a lot if firsts on my own and that's hard but I had to do it. I promised him I would. The promises I made him I still keep to this day because they are important to me.
Moving DerbyshireLass will give you a new life a better life. It's what your husband would have wanted. And no matter how old we get we can still learn new things and experience new things.
Moving for me gave me a new and better life cost me my son and grandson's but that was his choice. I live no longer exist.
And yes I know I have said this all before but as you know by now I ramble on. But that's me in real life.
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*International Plastic Bag Free Day* tomorrow July 3rd
Briefing against women ministers in Westminster


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, just as well we'd only planned to go shopping for supplies. Doesn't look as if we'll be having a BBQ tonight so I'll have to get my thinking cap on

