Today I have been back at Breakspear for a funeral of an Aunt*, it is rather odd to be back, the last time I was there, was to scatter Dad’s ashes, so it has been a day of memories.

The first trigger for the day was when I put on my suit jacket.  The speech I had given at Dad’s was still in the inside pocket..

The service was very nice, my brother made me smile at one point.  The minister was quoting John, “there are many rooms in my father’s house..” At which point my brother quipped, “as long as Ivy finds the kitchen then she will be happy..”
Many of my memories are of Ivy running the teas and coffees.. so yes that would be the room she would gravitate to.

So thank you Aunt Ivy for the tea, the support, and everything.
As for Dad, well I’m sure he knows that I miss him.

* Admittedly not an actual aunt, she used to live next door to my parents 46 years ago.  But she was still Aunt Ivy, and will never be anything else.