A difficult Day

This week brought the sad news of the death of a close and dear friend so Saturday found us on a journey to the beautiful city of Wells to discuss arrangements for his funeral.  We spent the journey in silence with lots of thoughts in our heads.  Our friendship had lasted for 32 years, we first met when we had small children, we had 2 boys and they had a boy and a girl, all our children are now in their 40's with families of their own.  It was difficult and we used lots of hankies during the day. We left late afternoon in a low spirited state for the journey back across the Mendips but soon the sun came out and we took in the beautiful countryside stretching for miles in every direction, baby lambs were appearing in the fields and we saw
lots os snowdrops in the hedgerows - none of these things had been apparent to us a few hours earlier.  It might be fanciful but we really believed we were being reminded of the continuence of life and finished our journey almost on a high.  Was Stewart saying to us - whatever has happened to me and however you feel   'get up, dress up and show up'.
At his funeral next week I hope someone will say - 'don't cry because his life is over, laugh because it happened'.    RIP Stewart