Chichester

Drove down to Chichester today to attend a celebration of the life of a friends’ husband who was killed in January while crossing the road on the way to a football match in Bognor. I had only met him a few times but I wished I’d known him better after listening to all the moving tributes from friends and family. A very sad occasion and many tears were shed, but I’m sure it will have been good for her and her two adult children to hear what everyone said about her husband, and to remember the good times. I felt quite exhausted when I got home, but that will be nothing to how they all felt. What a day for them all.