My Nana lay there, looking like a Madame Tussaud’s version of herself. What struck me was not her absence, but the very tangible presence of her death: I could feel it.
The weight of her loss was so enormous, it felt like it had its own gravitational pull. Perhaps it didn’t. Perhaps it was the psychological loss I felt. But it seemed more than that.
Today, while attending a christening. I couldn’t help think of Nana’s funeral. The same hymn was sung at both. Each time, I sang with all my heart.
For both occasions, funeral and christening, I had the best seat in the house. As her only Granddaughter, I sat right at the front of the service when saying farewell to Nana. And today, as a Godmother, I took a similar vantage point. Continue reading
This Christmas, there are three entities with big, white, bushy beards who could join us in our home.
- Father Christmas
Numbers 1 and 2 on the list, I let in willingly and whole heartedly every year. Recently, Number 3 has barely managed to get a foot across the threshold. I think it’s time for a re-think. Continue reading