... another funeral. Another time in catch up swift with the realms of family and friends in passing over years of visits and get together.. the strand of family from my paternal Nans first child out of wedlock. My name sake adamant it was me who notified them of Our Dads death. And surprised my accent is not Cornish ... I replied it only surfaces when tired or angry which made 'em laugh
the usual signs from beyond yesterday to loved ones ... the weather for starters ...
the bleakness blooms into a lighter feeling ...
The populous time in the unique calendar of souls moving on ...
... March the month your own Mummy passed away... the same month of her Mum and Dad.
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