3 months, 98 days - revert to London

It's one of those Saturdays.

Instead of walking ever-so-slowly up the driveway in the wake of a hearse in the still of a beautiful late afternoon, we'll be with my Mum's family in Cornwall park (co-incidentally).
And Michael and Jenny will be here for the evening, hopefully as a pleasant relax for them, as a contrast to the rescue mission they ran that first overwhelming post-Gerald evening of tragedy, relief and numbness interwoven.

But tomorrow a service of Remembrance will be held for Gerald in London, where we spent 12 years between the ages of 24 and 36 (both of us)
- and which I revisited in 2000 and Gerald (with the children) in 2007.

A link to the order of service is here:
https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=explorer&chrome=true&srcid=0B0Eblq4mX93TNDFmOTAyNjMtNGQ3NC00Yzc4LTgzN2QtYjJjM2Q4Zjk4OGU3&hl=en&authkey=CNGqjMQF

And for a link to the order of service for the original send-on:
https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&pid=explorer&chrome=true&srcid=0B0Eblq4mX93TZjg5NWQyN2ItMzVlZC00MDI3LTkzZTgtMzExMGJiZDE3OGI4&hl=en&authkey=CIKhzqYM

Hurts.