It was raining on Sunday morning. 'Never mind,' I said. 'It will be fine by this afternoon for the Zac's/God's Squad barbecue.'
Then we had the phone call to say Father-in-law had died.
'Shall we cancel the barbecue?' I asked.
'No, Pop wouldn't have wanted that. He wanted life to go on.'
As did the rain. What had started as a cloudy with possible breaks morning had turned into a 'can't see the clouds for the rain' morning. 'It will be fine this afternoon,' I said.
And it was. Warm even when the sun came out - but Ric still needed a cup of tea.
And we ate and we laughed and we all had a jolly good time.
Pop would have enjoyed that.