Due to the fact that it's January and is therefore a pinch point for deaths, Mother's funeral has been duly delayed until next Monday. In the meantime I've been shuttling between my flat and my parents' home, which is fairly tiring, especially as I'm also connecting remotely to work to enable me to keep on top of my email workload. Sometimes I wish that I had a sibling to share the burden, but I haven't and that's that really. I realise that people often dislike their brothers and sisters, so perhaps I'm lucky to be spared such a thing?
Monday's event is due to be a very low-key event - a short service in the Cemetery Chapel followed by an internment. Father was rather concerned that his side of the gravestone had been left blank so that he, in turn, can be buried next to her. Such things always reminds me of Wuthering Heights (the novel, not the Kate Bush song!) where Heathcliff runs up to the moors and exhumes Cathy's body. I'm very much hoping that Father doesn't do that as it's a direct contravention of the council's health and safety procedures and the corpse would begin to smell after a while if kept in the house.
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