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‘Why didn’t we go to Micky’s funeral?’ My daughter is in the back seat of the car.
I am in the front seat, driving, I am meant to be in charge and know these things.
‘I don’t know ‘I reply.
And I don’t.
With the passage of time it seems to have been something that should have been but was not: could it simply have been the cost, the distance? I hope not, today that seems careless.
I think she is thinking that we should have, that she would have wanted to be there, but I don’t ask.
That’s careless too.
I don’t deal with the graveside very well, my own goodbyes are personal and with Micky it was on the phone while he was still alive, though I only know that now.
The only person I would have known at the funeral would have been Micky and there would have been many people there.
I don’t think I was needed.
That too is careless.
We should have been there.
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