Special day

Today I went to my third funeral in three weeks. My auntie died just before her hundredth birthday in August. She lived independently just untill two weeks before she died, a wonderful lady who was up to date in world affairs and enjoyed her life fully.The gate pictured was near where I went on holiday as a child camping in a field by a lovely river in Wales. Most of my relatives my aunt included were welsh speaking. I unfortunately only know a smattering of this wonderful language.
Looking at some of my relatives I think it strange even diluted though generations we all have similar features and mannerisms. I thought what a handsome bunch we are....actually we , my sister and I looked at each other and said none of us have very strong chins do we.Still we don't have to compete with Desperate Dan The Cow Pie Man...do we?