Yesterday we said goodbye to Aonghas in celebration rather than mourning. I don’t think it’s likely to be a day any of us will forget in a hurry.
We woke to heavy rain which started the previous evening just as his father Alex and I met to prepare the village hall we were using for his party. A good friend emailed first thing to say “Image of flow related to this day. Flow of water, flow of energy, flow of love. Flow.” I was hoping he’d be right in one respect since I still hadn’t got much idea of what I was going to say at the funeral, which we were doing ourselves, but was also watching the amount of water coming out of the sky. We live near the river Tweed and it was very possible that Drumelzier, the village where the party was to be, could be cut off from one end making it hard for people to get there, not to mention the possibility of the river ending up ten feet (or closer) from our front door which it’s done on four occasions in the last 5 years.