The Lurgy Visits….

This last week has been no fun in the household – poor Elliot started with headaches, fever and overall body aches last weekend – he still has a cough (came last) but has otherwise cleared it away it seems.

Simon picked it up next and started with it on Thursday and is just in the back end of it now.

Vicky collected it sadly over the weekend and is now nursing a rather uncomfortable cold that is only just beginning.

Olly is hoping for a pass on this one – it does seem to be gaining in power as it mutates onwards ๐Ÿ™

The Journey – rest in peace Granny :-)

Today, we celebrated Grandma’s life with a lovely service at St John the Baptist church in Cramlington followed by the burial at St Mary’s.

The sky was a beautiful blue (we were all very thankful given the torrential rain from the last few days… 🌧 ) and the air a crisp chill.

Claire read the following poem during the service and we wanted to share it with all here tonight…

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There is a train at the station
With a seat reserved just for me
I’m excited about its destination
As Iโ€™ve heard it sets you free

The trials and tribulations
The pain and stress we breathe
Don’t exist were I am going
Only happiness I believe

I hope that you will be there
To wish me on my way
It’s not a journey you can join in
Itโ€™s not your time today

There’ll be many destinations
Some are happy, some are sad
Each one a brief reminder
Of the great times that we’ve had

Many friends I know are waiting
Who took an earlier train
To greet and reassure me
That nothing has really changed

Weโ€™ll take the time together
To catch up on the past
To build a new beginning
One that will always last

One day you’ll take your journey
On the train just like me
And i promise that I’ll be there
At the station and you will see

That Life is just a journey
Enriched by those you meet
No one can take that from you
It’s always yours to keep’

But now as no seat is vacant
You will have to muddle through
Make sure you fulfil your ambitions
As you know iโ€™ll be watching you

And if thereโ€™s an occasion
To mention who you knew
Speak kindly of that person
As one day it will be you

(The Journey by Timothy Coote)