Funny things, funerals. One minute you’re crying. The next you’re hugging someone you haven’t seen for years and having a good old laugh. Two minutes later you’re crying again. So many emotions in such a short space of time. No wonder we all feel a bit shell shocked and tired.
As funerals go it was a nice one. Boofuls delivered a eulogy and delivered it beautifully. There wasn’t a dry eye in the church, then they expected us to sing!
The people who live close enough have set off in their journey’s home. Leaving us feeling relieved we don’t see them too often.
We’ll set off home tomorrow and get ready to repeat the whole exercise again next week.
A man I’ve known since I was knee high to a grasshopper. As a child I always used to wish he was my Dad.
To be honest I always used to wish that their family was my family – for many a reason I don’t wish to discuss on here, and to a large extent they have become my family over the years.
Bezzie mate is as close as a sister and I love her as a sister (not as a life partner as they thought when we went to Weight Watchers together a few years ago!! That caused much hilarity and we played it up no end.).
We have laughed, cried, argued, made up, attended each other’s weddings, had children and watched our children all grow up and have children of their own.
It’s so hard after going through all that to watch my best friend grieve and know that there is nothing I can do to help her.
I’m in severe danger of getting maudlin so I’ll leave it here by saying;
Boofuls and me seem to be going for the ‘most funerals attended in 12 months’ award. We’re going to one on Monday and maybe another on Wednesday. When will it end? It’s getting beyond a joke, all this.
There’s hardly a person I know who isn’t grieving at the moment, ( I just scared myself then so I’m changing the subject quickly so there’s no fate tempting going on).
Tonight we had a couple due to come and visit the studio to view their wedding proofs. They were due at 7pm at the studio. I’ve spent a fair amount of time in there today moving things around and beautifying it. It looks very nice, if I do say so myself.
Hehe I couldn’t resist taking the photo using the reflections in our shiny new coffee table.
Before I knew it it was almost 5 o’clock. It was going to be a rush to get home, get fed, changed and back down there in plenty of time for the couple arriving.
Making a brief detour into Sainsbury’s for a bottle of ‘better than half price’ champagne and a few nibbles on my my way home, I arrived back home to see a large electricity board van parked on our track.
“There’s a fault on the line, the power will be off for about an hour.”
“Anybody’s guess then.”
“That’s about it.”
At the point of walking into my freezing cold house, it was actually warmer outside, I made the decision that we’d be going out for a pub meal tonight before going back to work. Boofuls arrived home, shaved and changed in record time and we made our way to the pub. So did about 6 million other people.
“We’ll never be out in time, let’s go for a chippy tea.”
I was elected to go in and order while Boofuls parked on the double yellows outside. It has to be that way round because I wouldn’t have parked there without having a nervous breakdown. I’d have made him walk the 200 yards from the nearest legal parking space. Parking illegally doesn’t worry Boofuls though as it goes without saying that rules don’t apply to him.
In the chippy, one we’ve never been in before, I was idly glancing around, as you do, when my eye fell upon a poster from the NFFF proclaiming how fish and chips is good for you and is practically one of your five a day. It stated that fish and chips has ‘Less fat and less calories than most other takeaways.’ Resisting the urge to reach into my bag for a pen to correct the abysmal grammar I muttered under my breath, ‘It’s ‘FEWER’ calories. Less fat and fewer calories.’ Tsk.
Mind you I don’t suppose you can ask too much from a chippy that advertises ‘chicken currie’ God help us. That’s as bad as my other pet hates, ‘potatoe’ and that serious misuse of the possessive apostrophe as in, ‘We sell hot pie’s.’ I always get funny looks when I ask them “Hot Pie’s what, and does he know you’re selling his stuff?”
Let’s have a competition!!! Guess what NFFF stands for – without googling it. Best answer wins absolutely nothing but if you make me laugh you can have a small amount of kudos.
Anyway – back at the ranch: We polished off the fish and chips in the canteen at work and I set about getting everything ready for our bride and groom.
The studio looked gorgeous, it was lovely and warm, we had candles twinkling, mood lighting, champagne, nibbles, a fabulous furry black throw for the settee and a lovely slideshow of images from the wedding. I wasn’t totally impressed with Boofuls when he plonked his cup on the coffee table and ruined the whole effect but it wasn’t there for many seconds.
The B, G and her M all loved the photos which always makes me happy. To be honest I was a bit surprised when the bride’s Mum arrived as well, I’ve seen her more than I’ve seen the groom but never mind, at least she’s always enthusiastic.
Here are a few pics from their wedding. Obviously I don’t want to identify them on here so there’ll be no faces on show.
ps Can’t get the slideshow to run without including the studio pic in there which I don’t want to do so just click on the box above and it’ll pop open like magic.
“It is with great sadness that I have to tell the members of the BMAA that our President Keith Negal passed away on the afternoon of Friday the 4th of February 2011, peacefully in hospital.”
Yesterday we went, along with about 200 others from all over the UK and further, to Keith’s funeral. Boofuls and me have always had a profound respect for Keith, over the years he has become a good friend.
It’s rare to find a person with so much energy, enthusiasm and passion for what he believed in. We have been regaled many times with stories by him and about him, some funny, some jaw dropping, all incredible.
Microlighting was just one chapter in his life, a life in which he crammed many lifetimes worth of living. We were lucky enough to be there when he was awarded the RAeC Gold Medal last year which put him into an exclusive club which boasts among it’s members, Wilbur and Orville Wright and Louis Bleriot.
Not only was he incredible in the world of aviation but also in business and as a soldier.
I remember the evening when, over a glass or two of wine, he told us the tale of how a bomb exploded while he was defusing it. He’d played it down and turned the story into a tragi-comedy, having us rolling around laughing as he was telling us what happened.
It wasn’t until we heard the story told a different way yesterday that we realised the full enormity of his courageousness and the risks he took on a daily basis as part of his job to serve his country.
He truly was one of our country’s heros.
He always said that by rights he should have died when that bomb went off. “Every day after that is a bonus.” was the motto he lived by since then.
I for one feel that it was an honour to have known him.
Her is an excerpt from a poem by Linda Ellis which was read out at his funeral yesterday:
Waking up with a start on Sunday morning to the sound of shouting I quickly realised that someone had got lost. I could hear as someone not too far away from our room called out, “Huey, Huey, HUEY!!.” Every call sounding a bit more long winded and desperate than the last one.
I think Huey must have fallen down the toilet because the shouting seemed to be coming from a bathroom. Poor Huey, I hope they found him.
We checked out of the hotel and greeted another gorgeous morning. What to do today then? So many options but in the end we guilt tripped ourselves into going to do the obligatory family visiting. I know how horrible that sounds.
God, it was hard work, especially since Booful’s stepmum has got herself a Jack Russell which a penchant for shagging everything in sight. We kept that trip as short as we could get away with without being rude.
It would have been nice to see step MIL had it not been for that (literally) fecking dog.
There isn’t a great deal more to say about the weekend as we met up with some friends and spent the evening discussing the life and many amazing achievements of the friend who’s funeral we were there to attend. The funeral itself was um…….long. A full catholic mass and communion followed by another blessing at the cemetery.
During the service at the graveside there was a very dignified fly past of two microlight aircraft, one flex wing and one fixed wing. A very fitting and dignified tribute to an aviation hero.
At this point I could go into a MAJOR rant about showing respect for family and the deceased but in the interests of keeping things civilised and respect for the family of our deceased friend: a gentleman, a gentle man and a genius who the world is a worse place for being without, I’ll keep my trap shut.
Rants, raves and ramblings about whatever takes my fancy