My sister in law and I decided to arrange the floral tributes ourselves. We wanted to feel a real part of the last jobs for Mum. Iris' for Iris.
And an arrangement for the Village Hall for the gathering after the service.
We were able to tell our story of our Mum and add little bits that weave the memories of a lifetime together.
Some heather from Beverley's garden which dear Dad bought back as a cutting after his first visit to their new house over the border. Some twigs of olive from our garden, remembering how she loved her trips to Spain. Rosemary tucked in for remembrance.
Of course everything went well. We cried.We laughed. We told stories. We listened to tales.We caught up with family we had not seen for far too long. We ate too much cake but, a message left on our answer machine said it all.--
" This is might be a funny thing to say. But I had a lovely day. You did your Mum proud."
What else could we ask for. Now it is time to adjust and quietly come to terms with the fact that our last parent has left us. We have to move up a rung on the generation ladder.Most of all we must try and make our climb as dignified and caring as they all did for us.