Yesterday was the anniversary of my father’s death. I wasn’t at the hospital when he died, though I’d been there everyday for a month beforehand! I took my mother to see him in the chapel of rest but they didn’t know we were coming (apparently) so when they took him out of the morgue to the chapel he was as frozen as a packet of peas! He would have thought it hilarious, as I did! My mother didn’t.
PS. She was Lancashire, he was Yorkshire. War of the Roses.