It has been blowing a hooly these last 24hrs.
So now over two weeks have passed since Father’s Funeral.
I thought the hardest part was now behind.
I had thought wrong, so wrong.
As someone told me a few ago, getting up and dressed and putting one foot in front of the other was a good day.
How right they were!
Sleep still evades me, I am absolutely exhausted.
I reckon as Funerals go, Father got a right good send off.
I paid my respects to him the night before, could have spent so much longer with him, just talking away.
I rode in the Hearse with the other Pall Bearers, as I was to help carry Father, after all, he has carried me all my life, as we were piped in by Alan, it literally took every ounce of strength I had for me to do so.
It was a long day, yet I did find comfort in that day.
Just so sorry I did not get to chat to everyone.
And so sad, that I doubt very much that I will see some of these folk again.
Such is life I suppose.
Snowmageddon, stuck in Yorkshire, there would be no travelling back top narth.
But, a positive was getting to watch the Fieldfares.
Thursday 1st March went into dads den with his whippet, closed the door to the world, reclined his chair and wept.
Finally made it back to Scotland.
Saw Curlews on the way up ear the borders, but they’ve yet to arrive here at Tulloch.
7th March, about 30 Starlings in the garden
The Tulloch animals were been real delinquents today, mid afternoon you’d have seen me stood in yard giving them a right dressing down!
Making a sandwich, the Poodle has his nose as close as he could get, told him to ‘b****r off’, Alexa suddenly bursts into life and says “I’m sorry I’m not sure I can help you with that”
Monday 12th March, 4am and am wondering if I will ever get a proper nights sleep again.
Wee herd of Fallow appear round the garden late afternoons now.
Amazingly, Barclay has yet to see them!
Have had some wonderful guests staying, am blessed for them.
Also, (This is such a long shot here), but to the family from Zambia who called in The Wee Scottish Gallery yesterday, how wonderful to meet you, thank you for calling, your visit will stay with me.
(Click to play) My Anthem for life at present is … A 1000 Times
“If I had your number, I’d call you tomorrow”
SO MUCH MORE I could/should write.
One thought on “Over Two Weeks …”
There really are no words that can ease your pain – only time will soften it. God bless!