Saturday, July 28, 2012

A weird old week: life and death

What a strange week it has been: last weekend was singing on stage, partway through the week there were new arrivals for my boss (a granddaughter) and the lovely George and Sonia added a new son Max to the family to keep big brother Xavi company.

Then Thursday - in the midst of a temporary burst of summer - we had the long drive down past Abingdon to go to a friend's funeral: "the first of the gang to die" so to speak.  It was both wonderfully moving and utterly heartbreaking: seeing someone your own age being buried (albeit in one of the most bucolic and beautiful settings one could imagine) is a harsh reality check to our sense of immortality.

But as Andy would say: "hey ho".  Life goes on, so beautifully proved by new life arriving.

1 comment:

a r d e e said...

Awwww. Hugs.