I attended a funeral the other week and generally I would feel sad after such an event but not this time, I came away feeling happy and content.
You may ask Why? and I suppose it deserves an explanation.
The gentleman had reached 94 years of age and had a full and rewarding life, He had been a C.F.A volunteer for over 30 years, he had volunteered at Puffing Billy Railway, survived a attack whilst in the navy through the war,married the love of his life and had a family that cared and loved him and many friends who held him in high esteem. And that is just tipping the ice burg.
The people who attended the funeral were all from when I was a member or The Basin Fire Brigade, which I joined when I was sixteen, yes all those years ago, these were the people who saw me grow up, get married, have children and all the things in between.
They are the people that no matter how long it has been you feel welcome and that you fit.
The sense of belonging is hard to explain and hard to come by but there I was amongst the people who I could only call my family, not one of them a blood relatives but people you know are always there and who you can be yourself and know that they no matter what or why, they are there.
It was like coming home.