anything but

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    Perkymite
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    You know we were sitting around the dinner table last week at my Daughters and my Son-In-Law and my Son were joking about carrying my coffin and hoping I had not made it too heavy to carry. Virtually my whole direct family were there and suddenly my Granddaughter said, "You know Granddad you should ban black from you funeral because you are anything but, lots of colours are you".

    I had a real job holding the emotions in check.

    Kindest regards – vasbyte

    David

    #110964

    Gill
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    Dear David

    I am sure that I have posted this before but OK I am repeating myself

    As much as Stephen's death (11/9/2012) was the most heart breaking thing that I have ever gone through, at his funeral we celebrated his life.

    I don't remember a great deal about it. My heart was so shattered. Yes black coat,skirt and cream blouse (it was Stephen's coat not sentiment just "gosh I put on weight and his coat fits me")

    I wore a very smart red hat and a purple pashmina.

    I know my clothes may seem strange but see below and I cannot believe how I kept it all together. At the service (Celebrant) I stood up and talked about Stephen. Mostly complimentary, but not all. His employees nodded their heads a few times, when I spoke about him being fair but a bloody hard taskmaster. I spoke about what he meant to me, the kids, the grandchildren, etc.

    I finished with this. It is by Jenny Joseph and Stephen loved it

    WARNING

    When I am an old woman I shall wear Purple
    With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me
    And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves

    I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
    And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
    And run my stick along the public railings
    And make up for all the sobriety of my youth

    I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
    And pick flowers in other people's gardens
    And learn to spit

    You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
    And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
    Or only bread and pickle for a week
    And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.

    But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
    And pay our rent and not swear in the street
    And set a good example to the children
    We must have friends to dinner and read the papers

    But maybe I ought to practice a little now
    So people who know me are not too shocked and and surprised
    When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.

    Fingers crossed for you that you have many more years to come

    Love from Gill xxx

    #110965

    Perkymite
    Participant

    Stephen would have been incredibly proud of you I have no doubt. Do you still have the Red Tractor or am I getting confused again, which is happening a lot lately?

    I think the poem is great and have pinched it. I have a file of Funeral ideas for my children and I would like my youngest Granddaughter (she is 10 at the moment to read it for her Nanny. (Nanny does not know this – 😀 )

    No, I do not intend to use my coffin for some time yet.

    My kindest regards Gill – vasbyte

    David

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