A week since the funeral

It is a week since Chris’s funeral. Time seems meaningless yet so much has happened and the changes are profound.

He would have approved of the mass, celebrated by the clergy he respected most, Bishop Peter Ingham, Father David O’Brien and Father Clem Hill (all now recently retired). It’s what he would have wanted.The music was provided by a good friend who helped me choose what Chris would like. The church flowers also beautifully arranged by a good friend.

I was comforted by the readings and eulogy delivered by good friends and family members. And I was overwhelmed to see the full church of family, friends and acquaintances. It was a fitting tribute to Chris by the many people who had been in his life.

Many of those present gathered afterwards at the Golf Club for refreshments and to reminisce. It was lovely to mingle and catch up with those present.

My house is like a florist shop. Each bunch/arrangement is beautiful yet different. As they fade the reality of life without Chris becomes more real.

There are so many cards of sympathy and condolence.

Lynda went home a few days ago and I am grateful for the time she spared for me. Robyn and Sharon have been staying until yesterday which has helped me enormously as there has been and is so much to do. The boys are back at work and only a phone call away. My friends network are there for me and Tuesday lunch continues. The fellas met at Bally Pub in Chris’s honour for Tuesday lunch and have decided to continue to met on a monthly basis.

Now it’s just the dog and me under this roof which is nice yet sad. Guess I’ll take each day as it comes, the tears are never far away.