[Sundae]

How could you not deserve it?

Funeral yesterday went as well as it possibly could.
No weeping and wailing, a dignified send off all done in a very proper way.
The afternoon and evening were restrained, but did feel in a way like a celebration of his life, rather than po-faced mourning.

We had a party for Grandad's 80th and said a lot of the things we wanted to then. We felt it was important to say them in his hearing, while he was alive and well, rather than wait until after he died. So last night felt a bit like his 80th all over again, except that this time he wasn't here shaking his head over all the people who wanted to praise him, and marvelling at the amount of food and drink.

Less people this time round, that's what happens when you get to 88.
But his neices and nephews made a good showing in respect of his siblings, also some people from church as well as Mum's friends.

Theresa from Church came. She speaks in broken and heavily accented English despite moving here from Italy 50-odd years ago. Once again she had a good laugh at the fact that my Mamma has one BIG-a girl, and one LITTLE girl! Ha ha ha! Because she has one GREATBIG-a son and the udda, he's-a really SKINNY! Hahahaha! Accompanied by hand movements to show just how enormous one of her sons is.

I wouldn't mind, but we went through this last year when we met her in the street.
At least she didn't poke my flesh this time. Cheeky old mare. I got my revenge by doing an impression of her in the kitchen after she left. This cracked my BIL up so much he demanded I repeat it again later, after a few sherberts. He will probably amuse other people with the anecdote for a while now. Not so much what she said, although that tickled him, but by my spirited impression of her.

Spreading a little joy every day...