Monday 19 March 2012

Monday.



As you can probably tell from the subfusc clobber  (clobber = clothing Lori) we went to a funeral today. It was a totally unexpected one - Mark, the oldest son of old friends of ours.  We've know the family for about forty years. Colin, Mark's father, was the conductor of the male voice choir in which I sang for about thirty five years.  Mark, who was forty six, died of a sudden and totally unexpected heart attack about ten days ago, leaving Margaret, his wife, and their two sons (in their late teens). His parents, Colin and Christine are retired teachers. Colin played the organ for today's service, and Christine took the service (She is a lay reader). Both Colin and Christine did their jobs totally professionally. I don't think, in their place, that I would have had the courage to even contemplate doing this.  I was lost in admiration for both of them.  After the service and the interment, in the graveyard, Matthew and Simon, Mark's younger brothers recognised us instantly, although we hadn't seen either of them for some years, and came over to speak to us.   They've both moved out of the area. Mark lived in the same village as his parents, so that we've stayed in touch with him. Oh well - a sad day.  Nuff said.



4 comments:

Crowbard said...

You both wear it well, you must have made a handsome couple.

Unknown said...

Thank you Crowbard.

Lori Skoog said...

I never would have guessed that clobber meant clothing! Thanks. You both look very elegant.

Nea said...

Crowbard's slipping me thinks....
you still make a handsome couple