Stiff upper lip and all that I mostly managed to keep it together at my mother’s funeral yesterday, but it was hard to do so whilst standing 12ft away from the coffin containing her body whilst wanting to smack the vicar round the back of the head (which, to be honest, is my default desire in the presence of vicars). Not helped by having to go and see her mum in hospital with a “big infection”. Hopefully I won’t have to wear my new black hat again too soon.
I know nothing anyone says can make the situation any better, but I wanted to send my love and let you know I was thinking of you.
Words don’t really help, do they? Please accept a virtual dollup of love and positive thoughts – I am thinking of you. Text me, call me, ping me, if you want anything at all. Gxxx
So sorry to hear it fak. The good thing about vicars is they have to forgive you, it’s in their job description.