It was a good service though with a scarily large attendance. The trip up to the burial site was horrible as I was stuck in the lead limo with my Aunt and Uncle. No one said a word for the full twenty minute trip. I don't think I even moved. I simply sat with my eyes locked forward, staring at the hearse.
It rained a lot. The ground was squishy and the grave had bore holes in the bottom to keep it drained. The grave was about twelve foot deep and I stood at the foot of it throughout, watching the rain swish out through the holes.
When the service was finally over we were offered a few minutes to say our final goodbyes. I thought about this for a few seconds and walked away. I didn't feel the need. Everything had been said already.
Later on there was food at my Gran's church. It felt very strange not to see her running about from table to table taking orders for tea and bullying people into buying cake. My Aunt tried to talk to me but by that point i'd totally withdrawn and dosed up on codeine. I think I saluted her. But it's a bit blurry.
I remember going upstairs with the Pastor to look at the new rooms my Gran's fund raising had paid for. I told him that there should be some sort of tribute to her.
There's a fantastic view of the market place from the end room. I told him that i'd come along one day and take some photos.
My Gran used to describe herself as a rough diamond. Yesterday they described my Gran as a rough diamond with a heart of gold.
The Lady had a lot of respect.