This afternoon I went to the funeral of my friend’s baby daughter.
She was carried into the Church by her 3 brothers in a small pink coffin which wasn’t much bigger than a shoe box. The service was very simple and music was played in Church that was played as she was born. She was carried out of the Church by her Dad and a simple, slow nursery rhyme was played on a piano. She was then buried in the Church Yard.
There were many friends and family there and I’m glad to say that many of the parents of the boy’s fellow Cubs were there too along with myself, the Scout and Cub Leaders representing our Group.
This was a sad and awful occasion, the burying of a baby and the worst 45 minutes I’ve experienced in a long time.
RIP Maisie.