I was invited to speak at a special invitation service in Eltham, South East London today. Part of the service included a very powerful performance of a song I did not know called, “I am not forgotten”. What made it all the more impressive was the energy expended despite the great heat in the hall!

Three years ago we dropped Lydia off at Uni in Roehampton. How three years have flown by! On Saturday I picked her up, somehow squeezed everything into the car and drove home. Now it remains to be seen if it will all fit into her room back at chez nous.

Funerals always teach me something, or remind me of something. We were burying Ingrid’s brother Joe. Hundreds came. Standing room only. I was the nervous organist! But the outpouring of grief was powerful and evidence of love. No love, no grief. No grief, no love. Funerals expose love through grief.