That was beautiful

[biffy_kitty]

It was just close family, we sat and watched as he was lowered in and My uncle spoke about him. He was in a coffin made of wicker. My uncle read a story from a book about pond life and dragon flies. It was to help the younger ones understand about death. The story tells of how the pond bugs keep climbing up the stems to the lily pad and not returning, when they find themselves climbing up the lily stem and becoming dragon flies they realise they can’t go back to tell the others what will happen but that it’s beautiful where they are. I can’t really do the story justice but it was a really lovely way to put it. My uncle and aunt had read it a lot to Freddie before he died. Just before he passed away he told them that he knew he was climbing the stem up to the lily pad and smiled. There was a beautiful little pond with a picnic bench and we all sat around and drank coffee and looked at pictures of him. I saw a really small dragon fly land on my uncles shoe and it just seemed a little bit too good to be true, I thought I might have imagined it. They are having a book made to give to family full of pictures of him. I saw my youngest cousin today for the first time in years and she looks so much like him it’s spooky.

I think that was possibly the nicest way that could have happened. I’m going to go and get drunk with Jes this afternoon and try and make it back to normal.