8 years today I was attending my father’s funeral…it’s a surreal experience, grieving and planning funerals one minute, going to parties and trying to be happy and cheerful the next, going shopping for a black jacket for the funeral and red shoes for a party, getting back to the hotel in my funeral clothes thinking all I want is a JD and coke and finding a Christmas party in full swing in the bar. What did I do? Go up to my room and change then join the party of course, it’s what the old man would have wanted :wink:
Hugs to everyone missing loved ones, let’s raise a glass to them on Christmas Day xx