28 July 2006

RIP Mr. P

A few months back I told you of my friend who was living with her cancer-sick husband, and how I managed not to take it all in...

Well, she's not living with him anymore. Today I went to his funeral. This photo was on the song sheet - he loved hiking in the mountains! (I haven't asked if I can put it in my blog so I blurred his face a little...)

He was only 47. The church was chock-full, people were even cueing up outside. The readings on the wreathes - "you and I, P, your M" (from his wife) and "we love you so much, daddy, and miss you very much" (from his five kids) were just too much to bear.

My friend held her head high through the whole ordeal. Necessarily so, to support her (plus his other two) kids, but still, impressively so, may I add. She only cried when the coffin was lowered into the ground. Stronger than most, I think she may have managed today by thinking he's only gone off for a walk in the mountains. And will be coming back soon...

2 comments:

Riannan said...

It's heartbreaking.

Marina Grace said...

That's just awful... Life is so short. It's easy to forget that sometimes.