29 February 2008

comfort zone

I have been in need of comfort this week and have had to resort this evening to sitting by the fire wrapped in a tartan blanket while the wind blows outside. It was my uncle’s funeral on Wednesday. It was everything that a funeral should be. The church was packed with family, friends and neighbours, the readings were dignified, children from the local school sung the hymns. In his address, the priest evoked a real sense of his personality, his place and history. It was all modestly magnificent. After the burial, we went to the church hall for soup, sausages and mash, trifle, tea and a drink or two. It was food for those in need of comfort. And that’s what I have needed ever since. Cocoa, biscuits, chocolate, a glass of whiskey.

I’ll be fine tomorrow.

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