Sun and funerals

It seems all wrong to be doing a funeral when the sun is out and glorious. Dressed in black, it is incongruous in the extreme but this afternoon we take another one to the crem. She, like almost all the ones who have gone before her was very old, 90 and no one wants to talk about her much. I shall do my best to say goodbye to her with respect and all my blessings but it still feels somehow wrong.... I really don't know why. She lived here all her life. Someone must remember her.