Market Town Life

By ClarityEye

Remembering Robin

So it was the day of Rob's funeral and the sun shone. The crematorium was packed to full capacity. His wee man and his wee girl (he was from the West coast of Scotland) wrote some lovely tributes and his favourite songs were replayed. NJ wore a suit, which I think S appreciated. He returned to work afterwards, while I stayed on for the gathering in the bowls club. I caught up with folk I hadn't seen for years, including the teacher who taught M & H at primary school. It's very odd reconnecting with people you haven't seen for years. There were some I didn't initially recognise, which was slightly embarrassing, until I saw them in their eyes.
This is a picture of S and R taken by me, the Christmas before last. It was used in the service today. We always met up on Christmas Eve. So no Christmas Eve will ever be the same again.

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