On Monday I got back from the Isle of Wight and then managed to get a flight up to the North of Scotland to be with my Dad.
He had already made most of the arrangements, but I was able to confirm these. And hopefully I was able to be of some comfort to him.
On Wednesday I went to the Chapel of Rest to see my Mum lying so peacefully and serenely in the coffin. It was important that I did that although it was very tough. She looked as if she was dozing and I expected her to open one eye and say 'Oh, it's you'. But of course she did not and can not.
I try to be strong, but it is not easy.
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