My lovely Sis, who had gallantly promised to support me, was coming over by train for a day and a night...she only has to put a foot across the border for us to experience thunderstorms, floods, snow...
At 11, as I returned, she sent me a message to say the train was just leaving Shrewsbury, and, yep, down came the rain...
But it was only rain and didn't spoil a momentous day on which, in the company of three of my sangha-buddies, and in the presence of the Sangha and assorted friends, I made my offerings of a flower (there are a few calendula left in the garden), a candle (one of my tiny recycled ones) and an incense stick...do love a bit of ritual!
Lovely things were said by friends 'rejoicing in merit', which sounded like the qualities I loved and valued in my Mum and Dad (and made me a little teary), petals were strewn and bubbles were bubbled. There were unexpected gifts and cards. And cake.
In the evening we relaxed with his edited films of 1970s family holidays in Scotland, ate late and drank a bottle of good wine.
And then lit a fire and fell asleep over my favourite film...The Station Agent, since you asked...
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