At my ninety-seven year old mother’s funeral in October 2015 all the family gathered from far and wide for the service in Wissett Church in N.E. Suffolk. We had a lovely service in the old flint church with a round tower (11th century I think). We told all the stories during the service, the joke about her playfulness. Our love and much glorious music was shared. She was interred in the graveyard – on top of my dad. She always had the upper hand in life! We threw earth on to the coffin. We celebrated yards away in the village hall. We were so glad to see each other. I asked a great niece (aged about eight) what she had enjoyed most later in the evening. She said, “throwing earth on great granny!’
