Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Rye said to me earlier, "Mum, are you still sad?"
"yeah, a bit Rye, I'll be sad for a while yet."
"Because Peter died?"
"Yes darling, because Peter died."
"I think he'll be ok now though, mummy."
Bless him, wise words.
It has been a glorious day and very warm indeed. The top photo is when Rye was trying to tie one of the ride on's to the back of the tractor, and the little boy, I have on a Tuesday, had fallen asleep on the trampoline, bum in air, which is why my bed throw is trailing the floor - I've draped it over the line and the trampoline to provide shade. The little girl had a nap too, a nice respite; and without mindees to excite Rye he calmed down lovely and played intently and quietly.
But alas a "OOOOHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" moment when this happened;
Kevin called again today too. His MIL has told him that I won't receive a funeral grant because Kevin has some savings - and it can take some weeks for it to be sorted - so Kevin is going ahead with plans and will pay for the funeral himself. Pete's body is being released for cremation, so the funeral will probably be in about 2 weeks time, which means I'm gonna have to cancel my Scotland plans, while I could still go up - the thought of doing that drive to Scotland and back and then a day or two later having to drive up to Yorkshire, attend a funeral and then drive home... well it does not enthuse me, that's for sure. At least things are moving forward, that's something.