Me: Grieving is actually physically exhausting, isn’t it?
Nell: It is. I have to admit I’m a little tired.
Me: You need to rest.
Nell: It’s been an exceptionally difficult week for us all.
Me: It certainly has.
Nell: This time last week we had no idea it would be Poppy’s last day with us.
Nell: And you have had to say a final farewell to your little sister.
Me: I’m glad Alex is with my mother and stepfather. Their grave is in a beautiful place and I know she wanted her ashes to be scattered there too.
Nell: She did.
Me: Dave made us all a wonderful tea when we got home.
Nell: It was a good effort. The scones weren’t quite right.
Me: It was his first attempt. The sandwiches were lovely.
Nell: I was glad to see the crusts were cut off. Poppy would have approved.
Me: I wasn’t expecting the entertainment.
Nell: Gladys insisted on an interpretive dance. Personally, I thought the singing was enough.
Me: There were an awful lot of corgis.
Nell: And not a lot of room.
Me: It was ever so kind of the Whippets Institute to bring us cake.
Nell: They knew David would be daunted. It was their way of celebrating Poppy too.
Me: How kind.
Nell: They always saw her as an honorary whippet.
Me: I never knew that.
Nell: Poppy was greatly admired.
Me: It was good to share happy memories of Alex with Charlotte and the children.
Me: Family is everything.
Nell: And we are blessed with a wonderful family.
Me: I’m so sad, Nell.
Nell: One step at a time. We can do this. Together.
Nell: And no sorries. You were very brave. Be kind to yourself.
Me: Thank you.