Chris died at noon yesterday in his arm chair by the fire. I was out and my daughter was printing in her workshop, the cleaner was busy vacuuming and thought he was asleep. Then Leyla realized he had gone, I arrived home and, this was noon, he was buried at 4.30pm in the village cemetery under a huge pine tree. Given we had so little time, the death certificate was only issued at 2pm, we did well to have around thrity people at the funeral, mix of our friends, Turkish and British, and residents of the village. Now we are in three days of 'official mourning' during which all and sundry come to pay their respects and we serve them tea, biscuits and turkish delight and pour lemon cologne into their palms as they leave. However, it is pouring down with rain so we are hoping that will slow the rate of visits.
We hadn't expected him to leave quite so soon but it is a relief for all of us. His left arm had been totally rigid, bent across his chest for the past couple of weeks and it was a nightmare getting clothes on and off. After he passed the arm relaxed and lay naturally by his side which pleased me no end.
And I must say thank you to everyone on here who have been so helpful, supportive, informative, add in any other positive adjectives you wish. I will let you all know how our traditional period of Turkish mourning goes, right now I am in nightie and dressing gown, sitting by the fire writing this on iPAD, while daughter is scrunching muesli from bowl on her knee opposite me. We are not ready for people to come and pay their respects!
but we are plodding on.