The spirit lingers

Each night at seven, I go to ask Steve if he has rung her, or will I ring tonight.  I've been on the point of going around to her flat to ask how to look after the hoya plant.  After reading letters from Aunty Grace, I was going to tell Betty how funny Grace was and ask about some people mentioned.  And so on it goes......... 

I've never thought it could be possible for someone's inner spirit to disappear at the moment they died and Betty's spirit is certainly hanging around.   That's good for us.   Unless, of course we become frustrated if we can't hear her answers.

A funny moment -----  Whilst cleaning out the flat we found a mean looking dagger and a loud sounding whistle in a bedside drawer.  Betty was not a big woman and in recent years was quite frail.  The thought of her leaping out of bed to menace an intruder with the dagger, while blowing her whistle, is too funny!!

We had a lovely break from funeral affairs on Wednesday.  It was Indy's 7th birthday and we went down to Melbourne for an overnight stay.   Rachel had a student and Talitha had two, so we stayed in a motel that Rachel organised.  It was an interesting layout --- the large public dining room was overlooked by a semi circle of bedrooms and conference rooms on the floor above.  We breakfasted there in the morning; it was a fine array of fruit, cereal, bagels, croissants and juices, plus sausages, bacon, tomatoes, eggs and hash browns in hot boxes.

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