icNewcastle Tragedy of the mother who loved life

I missed part of the weekend party, as I was away up in Durham at a funeral. This funeral. icNewcastle Tragedy of the mother who loved life

Slightly surreal seeing family that I hadn’t seen for quite some years in such difficult circumstances, not helped by a restless night and a very early start. The church was packed – there were ppl standing outside listening to the service on speakers.

Two of my sisters went up with me, we all went back to our aunt’s house afterwards. I used to see my cousins and aunt occasionally when I lived up north – I lived in the next village along from them. My sisters haven’t lived up there, and aren’t familiar with the ways of small villages, and it was a tough day for us all.