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  • We walked along the shore of Loch Erne this morning and I managed to catch an image of mist rising from the water after a cold night.

    I will always appreciate living in such a beautiful unspoilt area.

    Later in the day we attended a funeral in Enniskillen's beautiful cathedral, for the mother of one of Jacques' work colleagues.

    As usual, at any funeral, I am reminded of my own mortality and thoughts of my parents funerals come to my mind.

    The family had their wake the day before and grieved as one for their mother/grandmother/sister, supported by the priest who worked through the age old rituals of the Catholic religion.

    I will not have such a funeral. Mine will be more personal in someone's home away from onlookers. All I ask is for my children to support each other and celebrate the life I had.
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