Funeral

The Obsessive Diary · Jun 8, 2025 · 14m

Remarkably, earlier this week a friend of the family found that bowler hat while cleaning out a cupboard. My mother had leant it to her years ago and they’d both forgotten. The friend didn’t know we’d choose that photo for the order of service and we didn’t know the hat still existed, but yesterday, outside the church, she handed it to me. I put it on. It fitted perfectly. I wore it all day. Amidst the profound and sombre shock of death, the presence of goodbye, it brought a touch of clockwork orange to the atmosphere, a dark humour that equally fitted all that has been. I loved it. I’m sure…