I made a few notes - sorry tp all who were there
BUT so many of you have been 'keeping in touch' vicariously - anyone elselike
to comment -
on what was a wonderful and terrible day - inspiring and
yet we were all on the edge of breaking down - clinging on to each other - as
we always have done I guess -
with love to you
Dots funeral on Monday was very moving - the
readings and address concentrated on the wonderful person who was 'our Dot' -
and included many contributions from us all.
Andrew was an example of
strength to us all - looking less frail than he has for some time, and
immensely proud of Dot and all her achievements.
Many of us met at the
house ahead of the service and drove to the crematoriom gardens together
Jean Dixon was the last of our little band to arrive - she had only flown
back from Canada the day before mindful of Dot's promise to 'wait for
The service was led by the woman vicar from the hospice who had
spent much time getting to know and love Dot over her last weeks there. She
appreciated that Dot was 'not religious' in a conventional way - but was a
wonderful peron who gave to all she knew. The tributes were funny as well as
heartfelt - as we all remembered our great friend. So much of what we had
written was included at various times that it felt as if we had all
contributed to Dot's farewell.
The service card included the lovely
picture of Dot and her cat, as well as the aborigine philosophy - we sang two
favourite hymns (Abide with me and Hills of the North) both carefully
chosen to remind us of Dot's inclusive philosophy for the world to be a better
The first reading of 'Abou Ben Adhem' was so much the essence of
Dot - a person who loved others, and they continued with 'Remember me
when I am gone away' as I imagine we always will remember our dear
friend. The tribute from the chaplain included so many
stories both from Andrew and the family, and from all our contributions to the
website - including the wonderful story of the Rainbow Bridge, the story of
the visit to the Cat Show in Birmingham and of course, the many, many protest
meetings all over the country and the story of the London
refused the fare.
After the committal we read the lovely prayer we all
remember from one of our dear farmers during the troubles 'May the road rise
to meet you' and as we left the chapel, deep in our own thoughts and memories
and holding on to each other for comfort and support, they played John
Together we enjoyed the beautiful spring day, and
the glorious spring flowers - golden yellows and deep purples, some wound with
wool from the sheep Dot loved so much, including personal verses from some of
those who loved her so much - and have been privileged to share these past few
months with her.
Back at the Chalet we joined together for comfort - as
someone said 'it seems so odd that we don't have to write and phone any more'
- and it will be strange without dear brave Dot - who shared this last few
months of self-discovery with us all.
I hope we will be brave and
strong enough to live up to the inspiration she brought us - and that we will
all be 'still a thorn in their sides' as she urged us to be and keep up our
work each of us in our own way - as we have done for all of these past two
years. I wish she was here to share with us - but am sure her spirit is
watching over us still.