Thank you Robbie for your impression of the funeral. (See yesterday's Tone Deaf post) It achieves something I cannot even attempt. Something dispassionate in it view yet strongly felt and managed. There is very little I can manage in that way at the moment. Your long drive here and back seems to have been an ordeal. I can only say it means a great deal to me to have old and dear friends present at such a time. Hugs are in fashion and long may they remain so. Yours especially.
During the funeral my mind is like a strip of countryside newly flooded and strewn with wreckage. With my children on one side and Heidi's on the other, I sit back while the waters gurgle and flow over my head. Every now and then a comforting hand grips my arm. From the front row I can see nothing of fellow mourners. I do have a good view of Jan Comly, the funeral celebrant (a term new to me). The coffin, new and rather brash, garnished with lilies refuses to mean much to me. I have said goodbye to Heidi and I am still saying goodbye to her. And will continue to for a long time to say goodbye to her. . But the coffin, well it is just a box. She ain't there as far as I am concerned. I like the way though that from time to time Jan turns towards the coffin to address Heidi directly. Heidi daughters, Jenny and Caroline, stand side by side at the lectern to give their tributes. They speak beautifully and with an accuracy which is deeply moving.. The girls each capture something different in their Mother's looks and in the rhythms and tenor of her voice.
Clever the way the chapel is designed to allow the congregation to leave by a side door, so that the place may be free for the next funeral. Funerals are pumped through the chapel at the rate of one every half hour, but you wouldn't know it. The chief mourners depart first, into a courtyard where a fountain plays into a pond. So we are in a position to greet the others as they follow us out. Hugs, a few surprises, faces you don't expect, fresh and moving and conventional words mingle into a chorus and choreography new to most of us. The architectural arrangements add up to good logistics and sensitive, too, to the demands of people unaccustomed to the rituals of farewell and grief. I read back what I have just written, and wonder if there is any truth in it. It is hard to adjust to living on a new planet.