Forever young

Today we said goodbye to Meg.

It has been 5 weeks since she died, and it has felt very surreal.

But this was very real.

There were hundreds of people at the crematorium. Full inside, standing in the aisles and even outside, they had to rig speakers so those could hear.

Meg was a 27 year old, bright, sparkling ball of energy and determination, she excelled at everything she did, and was always looking for more challenges.

But something broke.

We can guess, but maybe never know for sure.

We do know she had gone to see her councillor that afternoon, then drove across London to the station where she took her own life. She chose that station as some services don't stop and rattle through at 75mph. She stepped in front of one of those.

She planned it well.

Something happened over Christmas, and her world came falling down. We did not know that at the time, but found out from Mike.

Last time we saw her was before Christmas, at Jools' birthday party, and she was so happy, or seemed happy, in starting a new job. Did we miss something? We will never know.

People came from all periods through her life, and her achievements were listed. II Grade A or Grade A* stars, A Levels, degree, member of a professional body. Swimming the channel at 16 years old, biathlons, iron man challenges. It goes on.

And now gone.

Her family cried.

Her friends cried.

Her father released a white dove, and she was gone.

Now we will begin healing. We are fine. Jools and I. We cried too, at the thought of the loss of such a bright star, now in the heavens.