A Funeral


The white bridge is called the Seven Bridge.

Today I went to a funeral for my Great Grandmother. It lasted only 30 minutes. She died at an impressive age at 99 years old. Because of the funeral I skipped school.


The whole graveyard


Another burial.


3 thoughts on “A Funeral

  1. Hey Joe,
    Your great grandma travelled a long way in time (99 years) and space (Netherlands to England). Funerals can be hard sometimes; a good opportunity to celebrate successes though. With her gumption*, her movement country-country, her work, her children (inc your grandma), her children’s children (inc Anna & Katy) and her children’s children’s children (inc you & Orla) she helped create a considerable number of people. I’d say she had a successful life.
    Since Orla doesn’t have a blog, please tell her I said hi.


    * A word to look up in the dictionary

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