This is not a post about Brexit.
It is about Meg.
Last week, Meg's ashes were to be scattered, and all who loved her were going to say goodbye as she was scattered to the winds.
But her Mother wanted to be a bitch about it.
Only letting her, Mike and George attend, others, including Meg's fiance could only watch from the car.
Jen and Jane did not go to be humiliated in such a way, and Meg's fiance sobbed his eyes out from a distance from inside a car.
Meg's Mother, Julie, is the personification of evil. It is how I described her after we went up to London to collect Meg's things. It gives me no pleasure in being proved right.
Meg, he and the family deserved better.
In the end, the funeral, the wake and the scattering was all about Julie, not about Meg at all.
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