» Putting the Fun in Funeral

Well it was a weird do
I travelled to my Mothers funeral in a cab and remember hearing Coldplays The Scientist for the first time on the radio and tears falling down my face for the duration of the entire journey [Google the lyrics it would make the length unacceptable for you if I were to included them here]
We hadn't spoken for five years despite me trying to build bridges when I'd heard she had cancer and was dying. All she said on the phone when I called her was, 'I'm busy and can't talk right now'
I loved her, I miss her, and wish more than anything we'd made our peace before she died.
Anyhoo at the wake which was held in a pub in Beckton, a Charlie Chalks franchise as it happens, there were balloons filled with helium.
My last memory of my Mothers life is of me, my [that day] reunited brother and sister and several other forks of our family tree singing Barry Manilow songs in squeaky heliumed up voices.

It's what she would have wanted. It was a good do
(Thu 11th May 2006, 14:07, More)