There is this thing, that when you are older, like our grandparents age, funerals become your main social event! Everyone starts to go and leave us behind, and so they dress smart, pay their respects, then enjoy the odd drink or two as they reflect upon their net of contacts shrinking, and being left alone, the very last and final one.
A poem dedicated to Grandma (an epitaph soon to come)…
Five deaths in just under a year,
As you get older,
Nature starts to interfere.
There is nothing you can do,
About the pain that their departure put’s them through,
Put’s us through,
We can only hope that they have gone to a better place.