Beryl Angela Cook

25 January 1929 – 19 August 2015

A lone bouquet of irises lies on a wicker coffin.

Tributes are paid to a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a friend.

A venerable husband, hunched, crumbling, stands beside a recently occupied grave, takes a handful of dust, sprinkles it, blows a descending kiss.

Conversation, a family get together, the long road home. Fish and chips, a film, a cup of tea.

Thank you, Aunty Beryl for your understanding, your laughter. May you now rest in peace, free from pain. xx