"By the sweat of your face You will eat bread, Till you return to the ground, Because from it you were taken; For you are dust, And to dust you shall return." - Genesis 3:19
We buried Marcella's ashes yesterday in a plot near to my dad's. I didn't expect to cry so much but found myself inconsolable. Once we concluded the graveside part of the service, I walked over to see my dad, bringing the tired bouquet of flowers that I had secured from the florist that morning - the best pick of the bunch though that isn't saying much. A few minutes after Merv and I placed our bouquet, Marg and Bob joined us with some beautiful roses that Marg had the foresight to order and have delivered to the cemetary. We shedded a few tears and left for the funeral lunch.
Our three hour journey to Windsor on Friday night, turned into a five hour nightmare of snarled traffic and construction. The drive home yesterday was considerably easier. Unfortunately I haven't been able to quite pull myself together. I am physically and emotionally exhausted. I think I'll just let myself cry today. I will, no doubt, have found my brave face by the time I meet a new client tomorrow morning.
