One Wedding and a Funeral

Yes, that is my itinerary for this week.

Sadly this weekend, my cousin passed away, just short of 40. She fought long and hard against breast cancer but the secondaries spread too far, too fast. Rest in peace, H.

The funeral is tomorrow and since my father's funeral 12 years ago, I cannot bear to attend them. Oh, I do attend and pay my respects but it brings all the memories flooding back. Once you have lost a parent, time heals but you can still be side-swiped by the most esoteric things. Funerals, however, are the worst.

It is the same thing at weddings. I always reach for Mr P's hand and smile at the memories of our happy day. I am usually the one rolling my eyes at the flower arrangements and evil-ly muttering "I give them a year" (especially if they are young), but I enjoy the reverie of my own trip down marital lane.

For the record, my prediction is usually sadly accurate.

After the funeral tomorrow, comes the wedding rehearsal dinner in the evening for Mr P's nephew. Talk about switching gears! I am still trying to co-ordinate an outfit which will work for both events. Not the easiest of tasks.

Luckily there are no problems with the actual wedding gear for Saturday's ceremony. It is going to be a marquee wedding and we have not had any rain for over 3 weeks. Chances are good that my heels will survive.

I am not sure my bruised and battered heart will.

PS 4 weeks today.

PPS several bloggers nominated me as a Rocking Girl Blogger which has totally embarrassed me. By the time I get around to thinking about it, there will be no-one else left to nominate ;)