Today I travelled to Kent in preparation for my mum's funeral. I had never been to a church the night before a funeral. But today I was there during a short service at which my mum's coffin was brought in the church to stay overnight. It was a very strange sensation but I think it will make tomorrow easier.
My mind has been curiously at rest since she died. Yet today I had strange thought enter my head. The church is cold and the coffin will be there all night. These are of course earthly thoughts when in more spiritual ways a church is warm.
She has a wicker coffin, a testament to her Somerset roots. I'd not seen one of those either. Late on in the service I have to deliver a eulogy. I normally like to speak without notes but knowing the occasion might be hard I have written it out in case I need a substitute.
Tomorrow will come soon enough and I'm sure it will pass in a flash. It has been amazing the support we have received over the last couple of weeks. But of course after that we have to get back to our lives; maybe that will be the hardest part.
I Heard a Voice.
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