On Friday we went to Taunton for the cremation. It went as well as you can expect for these things. The Vicar managed to call Sue Sarah which may have been a Freudian slip as the funeral director is in fact a young woman named Sarah. He is also a Londoner which makes him sound strange amongst all those West country burrs. I should talk!
We went back to one of Sue's cousins afterwards. A chance to catch up with family and friends and all the gossip. It seems that at our age we only see some members of the family at funerals.
Back in 2 weeks time for the internment of the ashes.