Today was Val’s funeral. Scamp and I were intending to bring Colin with us, to the crematorium in Falkirk, but in the end he decided to get his daughter to take him. The only folk I knew were Colin and Fred, although Fred knew a few of the teachers from Abronhill High who knew Val.
I nearly burst into tears when we were walking in to the crematorium because the music started playing Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here”. The title says it all.
We didn’t go to the tea or the meal, I think we just drove home in silence.
Again I will say it. I’m so glad I went to see him and have a blether for one last time at the hospice.