My friend's funeral was held on Thursday. It was actually a rather wonderful and strangely uplifting event, in the way that these things can sometimes be. So many people... so much love. The prevailing conviviality helped a great deal to offset some of the sadness. As everyone gathered in the bright winter sunshine just before the ceremony, two crows flew up into an adjacent tree and cawed loudly. Knowing his admiration for these birds, that just seemed perfect.
If there's one regret I have, it's that I didn't spend more time with him when he was well. We take each other so much for granted, don't we, and it seems there's always a tomorrow. Still, I must console myself with the thought that whilst I can't help but wish there'd been more of them, at least every single minute that I was lucky enough to have in his company was a joy.