Today I go to a funeral. Someone just a little older than I, no age at all, someone who had years and years of life ahead of him, someone who should have been looking forward to a happy retirement with his wife.
F was such a gentleman. I remember how kind he was when my ex husband died so suddenly, how understanding and sympathetic for the personal grief that I didn't feel I had the right to express or share because, after all, he wasn't my husband any more. You don't forget that sort of thing, do you? I know I haven't.
I can't even start to imagine how my friend is feeling at the moment. Perhaps today will be some sort of closure for her, an ending and a new beginning. Perhaps. That's what they say about funerals, isn't it? Maybe the presence of many of her old teaching friends will be of some comfort. I hope so.
Today is a very sad day . . .