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Date: 31 December 2006 20:38:28
Well, some things never change, and here I am blogging when I am actually supposed to be typing up the order of service for Friday. I will do it next, promise! ;-) It's not even that I am putting off doing the order of service, just that it seems a lifetime since last I blogged and I want to be up to date before the New Year sets in. I don't think I'll be seeing the new year in, but I guess it'll come anyway... but when someone said about the exhaustion of bereavement they weren't kidding - I could sleep for England!
We seem to have the funeral all planned, apart from printing these sheets and ordering the flowers. I feel quite content with what we've chosen. Much of it has been down to me, being the only practising Christian in the family now that Dad has gone... but in some ways that's been good as it's been a pleasure to do it for Dad and we're going to have some stonking good hymns. Today my sister and I sat going through his CDs trying to choose music for the crematorium. We think we've found the right ones, but so much of my love of Classical music is tied up with Dad that the whole experience was quite a moving one for both of us. We were overtaken with grief and delight when Holy City came on one of the CDs - one of Dad's utter favourites and so so beautiful, even though it will not be one we use on Friday. Although time was getting on, we decided we'd better listen to one more piece to help clear the tears, and found ourselves giggling tremendously at the vision of the undertaker waltzing down the aisle to the sound of the Blue Danube! Black humour maybe, but a joke Dad would have loved. And Dad will be touched to know that many people from the Hospice will be there at the funeral, as well as members of our family and friends from overseas (England!) and friends here to raise the roof.
The week has been a busy one, making phone calls, writing letters, organising things, chasing up mysteries like the life assurance Dad took out through his work that nobody seems to have ever heard of, talking with long lost cousins and trying to decide what I wish to keep from Dad's home. My own home needs a thorough clean and tidy, being in a state of utter chaos and totally embarrassing to entertain the visitors who will arrive on Thursday. That's why I wouldn't dream of procrastinating here when there's so much to do.
Now, what else can I blog?