Hello anyone reading. Today has been a day of emotions I wasn’t prepared for and am feeling especially teary now.
I visited my sons’church, where his service was held for the first time since his funeral.
I’m not a church-goer but my son had a huge community supporting him which I am grateful for. One elderly lady in particular used to write to him (religiously – pun intended) whenever he was in hospital, I like to call her his surrogate grandma, and she’d like to take me under her wing.
Anyway, how could I refuse a morning tea to celebrate her 90th birthday, wasn’t a full on church service, just a few hymns, which I enjoyed listening to.
I wanted to hang on the sidelines, but perhaps conscious I didn’t know anyone she wanted me to sit beside her, which meant the front row with her walking frame.
So there I am, sitting in the exact same seat where I was during my sons’ funeral. Different setting but I just could not unsee his coffin.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at it on the day, now it’s all I can picture i nmy head, help please