funeral day 💔 8-9-20
So I think today is probably a good day to talk about Oliver's funeral, as it was this time last year 8th September 2020 that we gave our final goodbye. To think its been a whole year since we done this, just seems unbelievable how fast time has gone. I remember on the morning of his funeral I didn't realy feel sad, I mean I wasn't happy, but I wasn't sad. I think it's because I had already said my goodbyes, and this was just another. I did however feel pressure, the pressure was from the fact I felt I had to be strong, for me and for every one else. I thought if I break every one will break, so I just kept a stiff upper lip I guess. As the little limousine arrived with olivers little casket in the back, I remember Frances just being frozen in the kitchen, then it hit me. This was it, this was the final time anything regarding Oliver was going to happen again, in the sence of him being physically here. Up until this point we spoke as if Oliver was here, but after t