My male cousin reminded me of his father (deceased) in his speech and some of his mannerisms, it quite surprised me. I saw my aunt, his mother, too, whom I haven't seen for many years. She seemed content in a way I hadn't ever seen in her before.
A female cousin, such a gentle soul, never seems to change.
Stange sometimes, seeing your childhood playmates all grown up; in my mind I still think of them as they were when we were all kids.
And then of course there was my sister and her husband. I'm still not used to her being a blonde now. She always had dark brown/auburn hair, but something happened and she couldn't use dark hair dyes anymore so she went blondish instead. It doesn't look bad or anything, it's just not how I ever picture her in my mind. I thought it rather poor form that they didn't even say hello; it's been that way since my husband and I separated, although she did at least acknowledge me at our fathers' funeral over two years ago.
It wasn't as 'bad' a funeral as the others I've attended (mind you I've only been to about 6, so I guess that's not a big sample). Mum was fine and the service was mercifully short, I found the amount of verbal response from the attendees was unusual, I've never been to a more vocal funeral, some laughter, which to me is good. Went back to her place after everyone had gone, not wanting to leave her on her own too soon. She was a bit over-the-top about the help I'd given her during the week, though I felt as if I hadn't really done anything. I guess she just appreciated an ear and someone to talk some of the icky things through with. Our relationship has improved considerably over the last few years.
And now life continues; the garden grows and flowers and Mum has gone on her planned one week holiday. I'm pleased she went as I'm sure she will have more icky stuff to deal with in the coming weeks.
Speaking of 'Stuff' To Be Dealt With ...
My own stuff continues - more trees felled this week for the sake of the ones in suits
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