Once my own father died, I completely changed the way I did things.

Once my own father died, I completely changed the way I did things.

Previously – and in accordance with my tutor’s firm recommendation – I wrote the service and presented it in chapel on the day. The main mourners would be sitting on the front row, heads bowed, listening for the very first time, to my interpretation of what they had told me.   Afterwards, I would print out the requisite number of copies, bind it, and a few days on, would hand deliver them. Continue reading “Once my own father died, I completely changed the way I did things.”

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