Hey everyone, all is going well in the deep south. Just Got back from Christchurch for an elderly friends funeral. It was really lovely, well, as lovely as funerals can be. As per usual, we managed to catch up with heaps of people who only seem to be in the same room when a mutual loved one passes away. When given Lemons, make Lemonade! A funeral is always a great paradigm-shaker-upperor. There is always something of a wake up call in hearing the following calls when spoken from the lips of a grieving Father/Son/Friend:
"It's not what you do, but who you are that counts""Love God, Love People""She always saw the potential in us when we couldn't even see it ourselves"
The list goes on.
The trip was limited to Sarah, Myself and Daniel, so it was cool to hang out with Sarah with only one hanger-on. We stayed with mum and Dad for the night, and ate out for every meal except breakfast. I even got to sit my my Grandma at the funeral, and met one of Mums boyfriends from 40 something years ago.....