It’s hard to write down but the last week or so has been very difficult for a lot of us round here since our friend Lynne died. It was her funeral on Monday just gone. She’s going to be missed by all who knew her, she was a really lovely person.
The hearse was to be escorted by motorbikes as Lynne’s long long time friend is president of a motorcycle club. We all met up at the pub where she lived and worked in preparation for the procession. Those of us who don’t ride bikes were going to follow on in our cars.
Outside the pub it was really something to see, all her friends were there standing and waiting amongst all the bikes that were lined up along the street ready to follow on in procession. The hearse arrived and set off followed by at least 50 gleaming bikes some of the riders having removed their helmets as a mark of respect. Some of the bikers took it in turn to stop other traffic at the lights so we wouldn’t get split up on the four or five mile drive to the cremortorium. Later, a lot of the bikers said that they’d had difficulty seeing as they were filling up with tears as they rode along to the place where we would pay our last respects and say goodbye to our dear friend. We were all very emotional and moved by the occasion and the experience of the procession. At times it felt like we were in some scene from a film and it put me in mind of a place like New Orleans, maybe, where a procession of mourners would be passing along a road and all the bars and saloons would be empty because everybody had gathered to line up and watch the funeral procession go by. It really was a very fitting send off and I think she would have been very proud.
Goodbye dear friend and may you be forever free.
. John has promised to try and contribute too so that should fill things out a bit as well.
