It's the funeral of a friend today.
I don't like summer funerals. I'm certainly not alone in this....the fashion recently has been not to wear black if you are a mourner....in the summer particularly, lots of coloured, flowered dresses are seen but somehow it's not something I can join in with.
I need to wear something dark, if not black. Today I'm in navy blue...I know the deceased would have appreciated that.
Any life does I think leave a print, a thumb mark, on the world he or she lived in. The ones who leave more than that are rare. The trouble is that as we get older there are less people to remember the younger version we once were...I have outlived everyone in my family but share a birthday with my sister in law! She and I are the survivors!
Last year in response to various suggestions I wrote an E book about my journey to the priesthood. It's still going quite well!
This year on the long cruise I started another book, this one is more biography than anything else but I've taken it up again this week and will work away it at day by day.
David, seeing me scribbling then started one of his own....his is a shorter version but finished now and it's a good read!
Mine will take much longer. I am not sure at this stage whether I shall publish or not. Certainly a copy will be left with my solicitor...he will then do whatever he thinks appropriate!
It's important to me that my motivations, leading to today are known...the world has changed so radically since I had to insist that being a girl did not mean I couldn't go to the Grammar School....so many battles have been fought...so many failures as well as achievements. If no one else in the world ever reads it, at least it will be there, my fingerprint on the world, forever.