To end the month on a sad, but hopeful note, I was at a family funeral today. It was a simple memorial service at the Kingdom Hall. One of my sisters, Win, had died. She was not young, in her nineties and had been in a home for nearly two years.
Given that I wasn't able to get up North to say goodbye to my last two aunts, or to Helen's funeral (another sister) even though it was only local, I am so glad I was well enough to get to this one.
Malcolm gave a perfect talk - as near as anything can be perfect in this system of things. And I learnt a bit more the history of this little seaside town, as Win had lived here for nearly all her life.
I also learnt how much she loved the creation, and that she especially loved trees. So now I am thinking that maybe, when she next opens her eyes, it will be in a forest clearing, somewhere in the Paradise earth, perhaps in May when all the leaves are so new and so green.
She was also noted for being a doer - her motto being "I would rather do than not".
Which made me worry a bit about my Memorial service should I have one. I am hoping not to have to die at all. But given that my special skill is Couch Potato-ing... oh dear.
And that is all I have been doing so far this afternoon.
It was a reasonably busy morning in that I took Audrey to the bank and shopping, then we went out and finished my magazine route for January. Then I shopped myself, picked up meds from Pharmacy (that is an occupation that takes up a fair amount of retirement - no time as yet to experience this boredom that some people have warned about), went to the Kingdom Hall to say goodbye to Win - and cooked - well more heated up - a late lunch for Captain Hungry and me and that was it.
Very overcast day and as cold as it has been. The Channel is a calm grey blue almost disappearing into a same coloured sky.