E.

It was such a strange day yesterday.

I think by the time the day arrived we all had our own individual questions.

The day itself was pretty, sunny, and warm, almost too warm.

There were questions before yesterday, ninety nine percent were unanswered.

I wondered who else would be there, for these events are now used as reunions.

These reunions are events where we all meet up from far and wide.

We see each other for the first time in thirty or forty years, then never to see each other again.

That was my reply to my husband, when he asked, “Why go, if you have not seen her for forty years?”

Also to pay my final respects.

We know how we start, but now how we finish.

It was all SO unusual, not covid time, yet just twenty-four of us there.

That has to be a record. It later reminded me of some of the ones I had seen on films, on the telly.

Beautiful dried flowers were gently sprinkled into the hole, with care, and tears.

The last final act of love.

At the graveside, the usual costumery songs were sung. I watched the little digger, as it filled up the whole.

The grave diggers must know those songs well. Last year, I saw one singing along.

It didn’t seem that all that soil, that was piled on top of my Auntie, would fit into the hole, next to her, but it did.

We all then went for refreshments. Lots of people were not there, and the one that I thought would be there wasn’t.

It all added to the oddness of the day.

A eulogy, like no other.

The cooked food was lovely.

I gave him my card.

We were one of the last ones to leave.

We all said our, “Goodbyes.”

Leaving with even more questions not answered, than when I arrived, but I was not alone.

Rest in Peace. E