Death...
To listen to the spoken version of this post, please click HERE A strange subject for a blog perhaps, but there's no escaping it... 😉 It so happens that today is the 29th anniversary of my first lover's death - someone who fell foul of the plague that was doing the rounds then: HIV/Aids. Nowadays this is relatively controllable with modern drugs, but back in the late '80s it was more-or-less a death sentence. That set me musing about his funeral - a lot of people I didn't know (we'd parted ways back in the '70s altho remained best of friends to the end) and a very emotional event, with people standing up to say a few words and being quite unable to do so. In general, I am not a lover of funerals and the events that surround them, but an elderly cousin's 'seeing-off' was a wonderful event, in that she'd left very precise instructions to her family (in a little black box). There was much humour in it (as well as sadness of course) and the younge...