RIP Monica Evelyn
Lately, I’ve been preoccupied with moving house. All those small details that keep you awake at night. How to be organised, where to put things, making lists…
I’ve been more than a little stressed and found myself in tears more often than I would have thought possible.
But life has its way of reminding you of what’s important. Of the things we know but seem to forget amongst the fog of normality.
Today was a real sad day.
Today we said goodbye to one of life’s greats - Monica Evelyn Francis. She may not have been famous in the true sense of the word. But Monica was loved by so many people.
I was privileged to be invited to her funeral service by her daughter, Pippa, who I am proud to call my friend.
Over 10 years ago, when I first moved into the area I now call home, I needed things and people, as we all do. I reached out without a second thought and was rewarded for my courage. My life filled up with new contacts, who, over the years, became friends and brought me warmth, joy and a sense of belonging in this new place.
I met Monica because she helped Pippa with her business. They both met my daughter because I brought her with me for my appointments. And so it goes.
Standing at the crematorium today I wasn’t surprised that the room was full to capacity. Neither was I surprised that each person in the room had some special memory of Monica and how she had touched their lives. From the deep and profound relationships she forged with her family and close friends, to the impact her bright and welcoming nature had on even the most tenuously linked acquaintance, the evidence was there for all to see.
Monica was loved. Loved because she gave her love, time, and attention to those around her.
The lesson for today:
Treasure your time, treasure your loved ones, embrace your truth, and don’t sweat the small stuff.
With much love and encouragement,
The Reluctant Achiever.
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