Today we went to Garsington just outside Oxford for the funeral of my Grandmother who died on Saturday morning aged 91. We buried her in the ancient churchyard, close to her parents and many other members of the Johnson family who at one time were one of the biggest land owners in Oxford.
A memorable day and one of significance. It’s amazing how much you learn about your family at a funeral. I have a real heritage in and around Oxford, which until recently I knew nothing about.
And life really does just trundle on, no-one can stop it, although we have plenty of opportunities to celebrate it. Today was one such Day.
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