Sunflowers: a celebration of life
I went to my dear Uncle Bill's funeral today. The warm September sun poured into the chapel, the wind whispered in the trees, the cubist hills of the Wiltshire countryside looked glorious. His cardboard coffin was covered in sunflowers and it looked beautiful. It couldn't have been more Bill. A talened artist, he loved wildlife and was the most gentle, humble and stoical man I have ever met. I hope I can teach Evie these fine qualities. RIP Uncle Bill.