>> Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
We are still doing Christmas stuff and life marches on.
But I feel like a spectator. Not actually doing but watching myself doing it.
That probably makes no sense to anyone apart from me.
I thought once the Christmas post for the Scouts was done and we had our last Ranger meeting I was pretty much finished Guiding until camp. But it turns out I had been given a bag packing slot at a local supermarket and they had forgotten to tell me. So the Saturday before Christmas (and the days running up to it) was spent cajoling and organising, then a day of bag packing. We raised lots of money, it was worth it. I painted a smile on my face and had some amazing support and I watched myself cope.
A Ranger that left for university in September came to pack with us for 4 out of the 6 hours, she knew I needed the moral support and she gave up her time for me. She's a lovely girl.
There were over 20 uniformed past and present Guiders there including the County and Regional Commissioners. She would have been totally humbled by them being there. They came a long way on Christmas Eve to pay their respects.