Yesterday was Christopher’s Funeral and ‘Party’ it was a lovely day of celebrating his life and catching up with people who I have not seen in a long time.
I managed to get through the entire day and party up till about 9 last night without really crying or being too upset. But the moment I walked in the door at home I cried, I think I am so used to putting on a brave face for everyone else that when I get into the sanctuary of my own home, I let my guard down.
Nonetheless, yes it is sad that Christopher is not physically with us, and yes I do feel some guilt for not having seen him in a long while. But as I was told yesterday, in the end it was his choice to let go, he was ready, and when it comes down to it, thats all that matters!
So goodbye you cantankerous Yorkshire bastard and will you bloody well stop being rude to people wherever you are!