I watched the annual Remembrance Day service on television this morning. It was a chilly but sunny day, and Ally and Cat were attending the service in London again. They had chosen an excellent spot from where they had a great view of the Queen and the other royals in the balconies above, as well as the ceremony and parade itself. As usual, I found it moving and an appropriate way to remember all of the armed forces who gave their lives for our country. I appreciate tradition all the more as I get older; it is often a sign of respect and comfort.
I felt that way about Heather’s Dad’s funeral yesterday. It was a very traditional Scottish funeral; both personal and dignified. Her brother spoke touchingly about his Dad, the minister spoke about his life, there were hymns and prayers. And then family and friends gathered at his local golf club for traditional rolls and sausage, very welcome on a chilly day. It was a good send off arranged by Heather and her family for a much loved man who had lived his life well.
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