Yesterday I was in Perth to attend the funeral of my mother's best friend of 40 years; Edith Miller. I hadn't seen Edith for some years but she was a lady of such presence, and I often heard so much from my mother, that she just felt to me as part of our family. Strange how you see some people so rarely but they they feel part of your grain. It was a lovely funeral with a real sense of humanity. First time I've felt a positive feeling from a funeral. Glad I was there.
Robin: Sorry for not visiting while I was in Perth. It just did not fit. See ya next time though!