I piked on a funeral.

One of our elderly neighbours two doors down passed away on Thursday and the funeral was held today. My mum went and I had been intending to go aswell, but just didn't. There's nothing more to it than that I suppose. I don't enjoy funerals (but then, who does?), and this would have been my third. It's not that I don't have respect for her or anything like that at all. Betty was a lovely lady, whose health hadn't been the best in recent years, but she was one of those godsend neighbours who was always there with a cheerful "hello" and who helped with our house while we were away on holidays by collecting the newspaper or the mail and doing the odd bit of plant watering out the front. When my parents and I first moved to this house when I was 2, she was one of the few who went out of her way to give us some kind advice and tell us a bit about the area. Neighbours like this are few and far between, and it makes me sad when they pass on because it is a long time before we see such lovely, genuine people like this again. Thanks for your help Betty, I'll miss you.