I find myself with little to say. Zig’s funeral was as moving, sad and joyous as these occasions can be and I can only hope that I meet some of her lovely family and friends again, because she was the connection between me and them. There is, at least, Facebook. No one who knew her will stop missing her and we won’t forget her spirit, warm kindness and wisdom. The word that everyone used about her at some time was ‘fierce,’ which was entirely complimentary and I recognise that in her, though I have never described her as such myself. She was, and is, loved.
And she loved Christmas and celebrations and she always looked forward. So will I. I hope you all have a happy Christmas and, even when things go awry, embrace every opportunity for laughter and love. Re-reading this, it sounds awfully mawkish, but I’ll let it stand. Just put me down as a sentimental old bat and I’ll wrong-foot you another time by coming out with something so desperately inappropriate and tasteless that we will all hear Ziggi cheering me on.
Love to you all, Zxx