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Margret Dianne Hodgetts called round today to pickup the cards for David Robert Beswick's funeral flowers. It turned out that she does going to see grandad at the C. Edwards & Son Funeral Directors, on her own--no one else wanted to go. She didn't press upon me to go, but I wasn't going to let her go on her own, so I met her there.
It's strange seeing him there, it's him, but it not him. He was stone cold to the touch, he'd lost a lot of weight. But his nose was a funny shape, like it'd been pushed on by something and they hadn't straightened it out, and his mouth was closed and his lips were thin and pulled back at the edges in a way that he never looked while alive. Although, he looked a lot more peaceful than the last time I saw him, when he died. Even though it'd be the last time I see him, and I'll never forget the image, that doesn't replace the Grandad I see in my minds eye--a twinkle in his eye and a half laugh half smile on his face as he's making a joke about something.
I asked my mum if she wanted some time alone with him, she said she didn't, but she probably wouldn't say anyway. I feel it's important to have that time alone to say say goodbye in your own way, where the moment isn't influenced by anyone else, it's a more personal goodbye. Mum said she need to use the WC, which gave me some time alone. After which I met her outside and said that I needed the loo before we leave (I didn't). I spent a while before I came out and I was glad to see she'd gone back in. I wanted her to be the last one to see him, so I waited outside until she came back out.
Shortly after, we hugged goodbye and I drove home. She sent me a text later that evening thanking me for being there. I am surprised my Robert Mark Hodgetts wasn't going, seen as she was on her own, probably unset the gym routine.