I can't stand Wet Wet Wet. I would never have believed that I am forever going to have to remember them! But, forever remember them I will, as my friend was carried out of the church to Love Is All Around. If she was still here I would have to have words with her about that. It's the song of the chick flick. And now every time I watch a pathetic 'romcom', and that song plays, I'm going to well up. Strangers will think I'm soft. Friends will think I've had a personality transplant. And I'll have to put them straight.
I remember her getting tickets just before she got ill to see Wet Wet Wet and being so excited. She was in love with a man called Marti Pellow. For a long time I didn't know he was a member of the band. She used to get such great pleasure in seeing my face distort in pain when she would talk of that band. She said I'd love them if I listened properly. And now she's pretty much proved her point, as one of their songs is ingrained on my emotional brain.
Fifty years of life, and she still managed to maintain that terrible taste in music.
One of the service users that she cared for used to absolutely adore her. Well two did, but the other one left the home before she did. The mother of the resident service user came to the funeral though. I thought that was quite a wonderful thing.
I had not met her husband other than viewed through a car window, and nor had many of the people there. Everyone went over to him to say goodbye and introduced themselves one by one. When it came to me I said 'hi I'm Rosie' and he said quite enthusiastically 'oh, you're Rosie!' I was pretty pleased with that. I figure it means she spoke of me to him.
It was nice to catch up with some old friends too.
But overall it was just very very sad. And I am glad it's over. She will be greatly missed.
Farewell
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I can't stand Wet Wet Wet. I would never have believed that I am forever going to have to remember them! But, forever remember them I will, as my friend was carried out of the church to Love Is All Around. If she was still here I would have to have words with her about that. It's the song of the chick flick. And now every time I watch a pathetic 'romcom', and that song plays, I'm going to well up. Strangers will think I'm soft. Friends will think I've had a personality transplant. And I'll have to put them straight.
I remember her getting tickets just before she got ill to see Wet Wet Wet and being so excited. She was in love with a man called Marti Pellow. For a long time I didn't know he was a member of the band. She used to get such great pleasure in seeing my face distort in pain when she would talk of that band. She said I'd love them if I listened properly. And now she's pretty much proved her point, as one of their songs is ingrained on my emotional brain.
Fifty years of life, and she still managed to maintain that terrible taste in music.
One of the service users that she cared for used to absolutely adore her. Well two did, but the other one left the home before she did. The mother of the resident service user came to the funeral though. I thought that was quite a wonderful thing.
I had not met her husband other than viewed through a car window, and nor had many of the people there. Everyone went over to him to say goodbye and introduced themselves one by one. When it came to me I said 'hi I'm Rosie' and he said quite enthusiastically 'oh, you're Rosie!' I was pretty pleased with that. I figure it means she spoke of me to him.
It was nice to catch up with some old friends too.
But overall it was just very very sad. And I am glad it's over. She will be greatly missed.