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‘…she left behind small traces of her time on Earth, visible only to those who know where to look.’ (From the film Pan’s Labyrinth) Posted by Daisy Dury A couple of weeks ago, Lyra told me how much she was looking forward to seeing the latest Bond film. With a
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  Peace, My Heart Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet. Let it not be a death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the
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  Posted by Lyra Mollington After last week’s trials and tribulations, I was looking forward to a week of rest and reflection.  Mr M suggested a short break.  Unfortunately, at our age, the stress of packing and travelling cancels out any benefits of getting away from it all.  In any
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  Posted by Lyra Mollington   Editor’s note: before reading Lyra’s latest thoughts, it may be helpful to read last week’s Thoughts of a funeral-goer. When we saw a sign for the crematorium on the outskirts of Aldershot, my heart sank.  Not a café in sight – only garages and car
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  Posted by Lyra Mollington   ‘They’re dropping like flies!’ This was Daisy as she came in through our front door on Monday morning. Barry was close behind, shrugging his shoulders by way of an apology. I replied, ‘You’d better come in for a coffee.’ My (or rather Mr M’s) new
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  Posted by Lyra Mollington   Daisy is one of those people who pretends she hasn’t a care in the world when really she is a quivering heap of insecurity and doubt.  Ask her how old she is and she will cheerily reply, ‘21 and holding!’ (She’s 71 and slowly slipping
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    Posted by Lyra Mollington   We’ve lived in East Sheen for almost ten years. It would be perfect if we weren’t living under the Heathrow flight path. Even on a Sunday they start flying over very early in the morning. When we sit out in the back garden, conversation
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  Posted by Lyra Mollington   I was fascinated to read about the Good Funeral Guide Awards ceremony.  What a wonderful idea!  To all the finalists: well done and my very best wishes.  And if you win one of the awards, try not to look too elated or smug: just a
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  Posted by Lyra Mollington   Editor’s note: before reading Lyra’s latest thoughts, it may be helpful to read last week’s Thoughts of a funeral-goer. Whilst everyone else was making their way to the cloisters to look at the flowers, I popped back to have a chat with the young lady
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    Posted by Lyra Mollington   When my first grandchild was born, I decided I would like to be called Grandma.  Fortunately the other grandmother decided she would prefer to be called Nanna.  A few years later, I overheard my grandchildren Sebastian and Chloe talking about their ‘other grandmother’ and