The Freedom To Become Who You Truly Are

In a dreadful parody of the Richard Curtis film, I recently had cause to attend three funerals between 25th March and 19th April, with nary a wedding in sight: one of my late mother’s brothers aged 89, my late father’s only sibling aged 82 and a friend in her fifties. I was reasonably OK with the first two to be honest. They were a great opportunity to catch up with family and, let’s face it, hymns, tears, laughter, a drink and a big family party, there’s something reassuring about the rites and rituals of a funeral. Not so the third […]

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