I agree, Babe, that you seem to be doing well. I suspect there will be occasional bad moments, maybe even a whole day, when all you can think about is how much you miss him, but it will get easier. I am also deeply touched by the comments and sympathy in this thread.
What music are you into, Babe? It always makes me feel better when I listen to easy listening songs, because they're my favourite. Maybe if everyone grieving listens to the songs they like that'll make them feel better. I like to litsen to the old time favourite, Stevie Wonder too!
http://www.manchesteronline.co.uk/familynotices/results.html?keywords=bill+souter&cat=11&subcat=240&month=9&year=2005 (That's Uncle Bill's death notice.) Anything really. I like RnB and classical and rap. I also like groups like the Kaiser Cheifs. Classical is great to wind don to, especially right now. I found out what I am going to do at the funeral. My mum and I are going to do the offertory (or however you spell it) and at the crem. I am going to read a prayer. I haven't read it yet but Mum says the last line says something about singing. When I read it everyone will sing 'Land of Hope and Glory' as it is Uncle Blly's fave song. (Actually, Aunty Pauline says they were watching the BBC Proms together 5 days before he died, and that song was on.) I tried searching for him on Google, ny pictures of his shop or anything, but I couldn't find any. The only thing I found about him was his death notice on the MEN website.
Many condolences. My mom recently had a cancer removed, a couple years ago my older sister had breat cancer; cancer sucks.
Funeral yesterday. Broke my heart at the cathedral, but the crem was a little better. When it was time for me to say my prayer, they forgot about me and played the song before I read! Oops. Everyone sang so loudly to 'Land of Hope and Glory.' It went just the way Bill would have wanted to. I'd put more but I'm only half awake.
Oh, I did. Aunty Pauline made sure I did. The priest is a friend of theirs and I have known him vaguely since I was little (he used to make dinky little romper suits for me ), and when I finished reading he hugged and kissed me on the cheek to say well done and sorry for forgetting about you. I was a bit shocked acually - I wasn't expecting it! I went to leave the lectern and he just grabbed hold of me! .
