It’s weird when you see a picture of someone you’ve only really known as quite old, but the photo that you’re looking at is of them much younger.

It was my nan’s funeral yesterday morning down at the Coton Centre in Tamworth, and for me it wasn’t a great day. I really don’t like funerals – I find it really odd sitting there knowing that the person you’re there for is in a box just a few metres away. During the actual burial, I kind of stayed back a bit – I didn’t want to look into the hole after the coffin was lowered. And then the thing afterwards where everyone gets together for food. I just don’t really get it. I suppose it’s what people do, and it’s quite normal, but I just feel uncomfortable with it – I guess I just don’t like death and all that. Also it didn’t help that I had a splitting headache, so didn’t really have anything to eat all day… though I managed to get through quite a lot of water!

Anyway, back to the photo. I don’t know how old my nan was when the picture that was on the order of service was taken, but it looks like she was quite a bit younger than I am now. Not sure why that makes me think about stuff and what relevance it has in the grand scheme of things, but it does!