I went to a funeral yesterday. It was the funeral of a 97 year old lady who I had befriended in her last year of life, to take her out for a ‘much-needed breath of fresh air’, being somebody who was confined to her small home and unable to go out unless in a wheelchair. There weren’t a lot of people at the funeral, just family. I was an ‘outsider’, only having briefly met one of them who had invited me to the funeral. I quickly learnt that, apart from nearest family, some of them had not seen each other for many years. Isn’t it always the case, that relations rarely meet unless at weddings and funerals? The deceased did not see many of them. She was a deeply lonely lady, craving company like she’d had when young. Although crippled, her mind was as active as a 20 year old. It’s often at funerals we rekindle family relationships, with every intention of meeting up more often, but for some reason we slip back into old habits, caught up with work and play, and do not fulfil those promises, even though they’re promises made from the heart, and with the best intentions. Read more…