Thursday night late (might as well call it Friday morning, mostly because it was), after tying up blogging loose ends here (and leaving Jay to the sweating heat of Songkran), we shoved suitcases into a taxi and off we went. To Suvarnabhumi, Thailand’s new(ish), but not uneventful airport (BA, join the club!)
Except for an overly-helpful stewardess waking me up to turn off a light so’s not to wake anyone up, the flight was uneventful. I know because I was awake the rest of the way. The best part of 11 hours awake.
Landing in Heathrow, I tiredly grinned when they announced first and business class luggage was to be delayed. Grins turned to frowns when it changed to all luggage on our flight. A 40 minute delay they say.
So strange. Nothing has changed. It’s like blink in time. Here might as well be around the corner from there. And it is. From point to point, with a kink tying up the middle, it’s a mere 23 hour corner.
Skipping the rest of that day and yesterday, we come to today. Sunday. A beautiful day. A snowy day. An April day. And a day of remembrance.
(It’s snowing? by C Morley)
Yesterday and before were typical Devon spring days. Sun and no sun. Nothing new. But today, first thing, large gobs of show floated down past windows. Black snow-filled skies, then lightening followed by thunder. A dark day.
(Snow shine by C Morley)
Then, as is typical on a snowy Devon day, sun followed snow. Brilliant and warm, a welcoming and welcomed sun.
(Snow flowers by C Morley)
So here I am today. Sunday morning late. On a day of remembrance. A beautiful day of remembrance. Yes. A year ago today, my precious father inlaw was laid to rest.
A year ago today, an undertaker, walking under a large and black top hat, led the way on foot. A laden Hearst crawled behind, with us after. Slowly, slowly we went, up that road of snow.
A year ago today, we woke, dressed, then gathered across the hall for shots of brandy and warm hugs. To start our day of saying goodbyes to a dear, dear man. A man who, at the end of his life, hated the cold and the snow.
But I’m sure he would have loved this new beautiful day of sun and snow flowers. And a brandy or two.
So, here’s a bottoms up.
And a warm cheers to you all and yours.
And of course, to those who will be blogging.
(The sun between the snows by C Morley)
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