Done. We gave Liz a good send off – at the crematorium, at the church and at the village hall – her house is empty, and mum is finally laid to rest with her parents and her brother in the family plot in chicago – enough of being a Leishman! However, mum is carved on the back of dad’s memorial down by the river Tees, so they are together there – it all feels right… but what a huge hole Liz has left – I hadn’t realised how much she was the anchor of the family – everyone else came and went, but she has ALWAYS been there, all my life – I’ve never known the place without her…
but sic transit… it’s our turn next…
meanwhile, it’s time to turn my full attention to monteverdi and the mandola, and enjoy these days back in new york, before the next chapter… signing off for now…