Today I’m attending a funeral service and I couldn’t not write about it, because it’s a happy thing, a funeral I am looking forward to attending.Two weeks ago my husbands great Aunt Stell died, aged 100. She was a great woman, a compassionate woman, a humorous soul. Here she in, on the left, as a young girl…
Funerals I have been to in the past have been sad affairs, my father taken in his fifties, an old boyfriend in his early thirties. There’s immense sadness at being plucked from this world early.
Aunty Stell was married earlier in life, her husband passed away many years ago now, she had no children. She lived in her own home until the age of 96 moving into a residential care home in the last four years. Her face was a picture when she received her card from the Queen on her 100th birthday. She passed away in her sleep, peacefully.
Five years ago she wrote a letter not to be opened until after her passing. It thanked my husbands mother for looking after her, taking her daily meals, caring for her in her own home for so long and leaving her money to the charity that my mother-in-law has supported and fundraised for for so long. Generous and kind.
A long life, lived happily. A full life. No children to be heartbroken at the loss of their mother. No pain suffered by her. A funeral to celebrate and reflect on the wonderful life led and the family she had around her till the end.
Rest in peace Stell x
images from Aunty Stells envelopes of old family photos – she may not be in all of them – but they all meant something to her