On Saturday we drove up to the Lakes to go and sort out Isobel’s effects. C’s brother was there and his wife L. For C and her brother it was a tough day. They weren’t much good at the clearing/sorting out . Understandably they spent most of the time going through the old photos and very personal items, very slowly and reminiscing. A caught a few tears between them on the day. For L and I it was easier naturally and we were able to make great head-way sorting out the stuff into various piles for disposal, sell-on whilst C and C did the allocations around the two families etc. C’s sister has still to have a look through so there’s a little more work to do but I think C’s brother and L can handle from here on.
It was sad and poignant to realise that we may not visit the home of C’s parents again. We checked out George’s nearby grave and C and her brother had some tender moments together before we left. I know Carol was saddened on the way home but we chit chatted about life and stuff and it was a glorious weather day so the driving was ok. In fact C did most of it and I’m sure it helped take her mind off things.
That night we had previously arranged some of our old friends M and J. They came to our place and took us out for dinner and we had a great time. It was just the tonic we needed, especially C. They really are good friends, and know what we are going through at the moment, having been there themselves. Just talking things through is often a great help and we cannot thank them enough for their generosity. True friends.
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Tags: friends and family, life
