Every farewell combines loss and new freedom.

We took my FiL to Silverstone

[… the Home of British Motor Racing!]

yesterday and we left him there.  For always and eternity he’ll be zooming alongside cars around the track, which is fitting for a man who so loved watching his motor racing.  Now he has the wind in his hair and the excruciating engine loudness in his ears forever. 

It was quite nice actually.  It wasn’t the emotional farewell that I thought it might be.  As my MiL says, it was the funeral itself which was the hardest, and since the funeral we’ve all had three months to get used to the idea that he’s gone and he won’t be back.  We even got to drive onto, and stand on, the Start/Finish Straight, something he never got to do himself.  Groovy.

Afterwards the seven of us ate lunch in the sunshine at a local pub.  I laughed when I saw this sign


because I’m a bit of a naive idiot sometimes and I truly believed that the 8 days a week was a genuine mistake.  Don’t you wish your girlfriend was thick like me? </sings>  So anyways, it’s been bugging me ever since my brain admitted that it was supposed to be a joke, because it’s just not funny.  And it’s certainly not clever.  There wasn’t even a green man behind the bar …

Am I missing something?

I know that there are still some really emotional days to come.  December will be a tough month because not only does it bring with it Christmas, but it also would have been the month in which my parents-in-law would have celebrated thirty-five years of marriage. 

Oh, and apparently Christmas is cancelled anyway.


I’m sure she doesn’t mean it, but it upsets me when she says it because a) he wouldn’t have wanted her to think this way, b) she can’t spend such a magical time wallowing in her grief and c) I don’t want to be made to feel that I can’t enjoy my most favourite time of year.  I’m being selfish again.  Still, there’s five months till decisions need to be made so I’m sure that things will be looking brighter by then.

It sounds horrid, but despite the tragic circumstances, some good has come out of it.  My MiL now has the bestest pension ever, she received a huge lump sum payout, and she’s talking about taking us to Australia to visit some members of her family in a couple of years.  It doesn’t mean that she/we wouldn’t give it all back in order for him to return to us, but …

Of course, that only brings its own problems into the equation … flying?  To Australia?  Being in a tin can, held up by nothing, for hours?  I don’t think so …

please God, make me more grateful xxx Elsabeth


  1. I’ll pray for your Christmas.  The months might mellow the situation a bit.  Now, about flying.  You and my sis need to get together on this one.   She cracks me up.  I love it and I figure if said tin can falls from sky it’s pretty much over quickly so, hey?  :)  You are not selfish.  :)  M

  2. I canceled Christmas for 5 years after my gran’s death….she was my world and it was our holiday. We did all of the planning, baking and the like together….even now it’s hard to let go and enjoy the holiday. Maybe you MIL will have a change of heart when the magic of the holiday season comes along.

  3. I popped to Hatherton Street today. It’s been totally redeveloped and sadly none of the old Victorian buildings remain. However, you might like to make use of the Walsall Local History Centre’s website at http://www2.walsall.gov.uk/localhistorycentre/  and contact them for further information. They’re bound to have images and other resouces about Hatherton Street given it’s still a major road in Walsall today.

  4. I do watch Doctors if I’m in. I quite fancy George as it happens! I just wish they’d show an evening repeat on BBC Three. When I start work full time, I’ll have to make sure I get me one of those digital video recorder thingymejigs. I’m not keen on All Saints though.

  5. Aww, I think that’s lovely You weren’t that far at all from me that day either, although I can honestly say that I’ve never been past the silly-signed Green Man inn, but I rarely drive the A43 these days….

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