Dear Readers, it’s taken eighteen months, but on Saturday we finally said goodbye to my Dad, Thomas Reginald Palmer. We were blessed with one of those glorious days that Dorset does so well: soft sunlight on green fields, the glow of old stone, finches singing in the hedgerows and a great calm over everything.
The church had been dressed for the harvest festival, and the flowers looked as if they were illuminated from inside.
Dad’s sisters arrived and I showed them to the grave. I hadn’t seen them since the start of the lockdown, and I think for them Dad’s death hadn’t been real until they’d seen the headstone. I left them to spend some time with Dad on their own. How hard it is to lose someone of your own age, and because Dad had moved to Dorset they hadn’t been able to see him as much as they would have liked. But how much time is enough, when someone you love is gone?
The service itself went in the blink of an eye: I managed to deliver my eulogy with only a few tears, something that I don’t think I could have done if the service had been closer to Dad’s death. We listened to some Spanish guitar music, to ‘The Lark Ascending’, and to the Celtic Blessing
And then there was home-made cake and sandwiches, and a lot of memories shared. Lots of people came from the village and it was lovely to catch up with people’s lives. I wondered if this would be the last time that I’d come to Dorset – all the tasks related to Mum and Dad are now done – but Dorchester and Milborne St Andrew are so imbued with their spirit that I think I’ll still come to visit, to see my Dorset friends and to enjoy this beautiful part of the country.
Before we headed home, I walked out to the grave on my own to say goodbye, and God bless, to Mum and Dad. What remains for me, now, is an immense stillness, filled with sadness but also with so much love.
I’m so glad you were able to say your “Goodbye”, at last. Bless you x🕊
Closure at last … now come the memories of both. Keep well, keep strong, and keep looking forward.
What a brilliant photo of your Dad. A man full of life.
I was thinking of you on Saturday, and it’s good to hear that your Dad’s memorial service went well. I hope this day of sunshine and friendship and home-made cake will become a happy memory which will help to ease your feelings of loss.
There are days when I can’t quite believe my Mum is no longer here, and I am overwhelmed by waves of sadness – but I can still feel the love and support of the friends who came to her funeral. In two weeks’ time, it will be exactly six months since she died. The day before will be my first birthday without her, and four days later, we’ll be having a family celebration for the 21st birthday of my nephew, Mum’s youngest grandchild. How we wish she could be with us.