Julian and I are also home safe and sound. Cats on laps. A burgundy from the motorway service station open. We have skyped dad and now bed is beckoning after a thirteen hour drive. All that remains to do, and that may take some time, is to digest these extraordinary few days, mourning a great loss in Margaret but also celebrating the love you all feel as a family; that which is carried forward, and those things that will always live on. You are all so full of courage and humour and strength and also, thank god, capable of a big hug, honesty about how you feel and, most importantly perhaps at this sad time, a good wail. I personally feel sad Margaret will never know her last grandchild from Africa, but at least she knew that it would arrive, and that Julian would be a father (and how!!!)soon. I am pretty sure that made Margaret happy when she was here with us at Christmas.
Much love to you all and thanks for making the days so close and warm,
Ruthxxx
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