Four weeks…

Four weeks ago we said goodbye to my Morfar (maternal grandfather).. it seems like just yesterday, and also like much, much longer ago. Strange.

Tony and I climbed the narrow stairs to the church organ so I could take this picture of the flowers. They looked quite pretty I think. Notice how they go from only whites on the coffin, then gradually including more and more purple. Not sure who thought of that – my mum pointed it out to me. I thought it was nice..

In the afternoon, after the wake, we went to see the grave with the flowers.

The wake was at a restaurant right by the water. See how close it is. It was raining quite heavily, but we could still see Hanklit – a tall cliff where I’ve been lots of times when visiting my grandparents on holiday. I thought it was quite fitting that we could look over there…

A couple of days later my mum and I went with a couple of my uncles to empty Morfar’s flat. It’s a strange thing to do. A whole life’s possessions and they were dispersed… some to family members, some to recycling/charity and others were thrown away. Morfar was a heavy smoker so not everything was suitable to keep (smell/nicotine stains)…

I thought this piece of furniture was really nice, but how do you get that on a Ryanair flight?!

This cushion cover was unfortunately too dirty and smelly.. otherwise I would have kept it – for the embroidery and for the memories – I remember it on my grandparents’ sofa..