Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Two days until family and friends say an official adieu to my mum at the matriarch's funeral service. A day when we'll give thanks to, and for, the wonderful force of nature who touched our lives with unconditional love, warmth, hilarity and generosity of spirit. Wednesday one of celebration for a lady who spent eighty... Continue Reading →
I've just dropped my motor off at a local garage for it's annual service. Sitting here at Costa coffees hop defiling a chaste white page with self-indulgent locutions, hopefully I'll not receive a mid-morning phone call from a mechanic informing he's identified an unexpected car maintenance issue. Problems such as my vehicle being afflicted by... Continue Reading →
Yesterday's service, cremation and wake for my father proceeded as successfully as these melancholic occasions can do. Much to the appreciation of his brood, over 100 people congregated in my parent's village church to celebrate the life of our much loved family head, some making a 200 mile round trip to pay their respects. As the consequence of... Continue Reading →