Hi all - sorry I've been AWOL for the week, but I was a wee bit down in the dumps so thought I wouldn't post until I was back to my usual cheery self

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My friend's funeral was yesterday, and was tough as maybe you can imagine. Funerals are bad at the best of times, but suicide funerals are so much worse somehow. I knew what to expect because of my brother's suicide, and I was steeling myself for the worst, but actually it wasn't as bad as I feared - more a celebration of his life than a lament for his passing. There were hundreds of people there, and huge photos of him around the hall (his sister is a professional photographer, and these were all the 'caught unawares' snapshot types, of him laughing and playing the fool etc.) There wasn't a dry eye in the house, but because it was a humanist ceremony rather than a religious one it was upbeat and joyous rather than staid and solemn.
He's been my best friend my whole life - I can't remember a time when he wasn't part of my life. When the sand in our sandpit was too dry to bind into proper sandcastles he used to pee on it for me - I thought he was soooooo chivalrous and clever. I wanted to be able to pee standing up too! When you're 3 years old actions like that seem totally sensible, and I guess you don't think about the propriety (not to mention lack of hygiene!)

of peeing in sand that you're going to be playing in for the next 4 hours.
Damn, I miss him. But memories like that are priceless...
In other news, I've lost 2lbs this week and I'm now 'only' 11st 12lbs - yay, I've finally got out of the 12s!!
Have a happy Mayday weekend everyone,
Janey
