Just over a week ago, Zoë and I travelled to London for Jonny’s funeral. We caught the first flight out of Belfast International to Stansted, which meant rising in the wee small hours. It was the second time in just a few weeks I had done that.
The funeral was everything my sister had hoped for, a fitting farewell for her beloved husband. It was dignified and caring. My brother-in-law was deeply respected and greatly loved, and we are all going to miss him terribly.
Jonny is the first of our generation to leave our family, and it feels too soon. We'll go on without him, but we'll carry this forward - his fortitude, his humour and wit, his kindness, and his unerring good taste in music have all left their mark on us. These are the things we'll remember, the things he passed on without ever meaning to.
Just one more thing. Jonny had an online radio show which streamed on Mad Wasp Radio. It played weekly for about eight years, ever since Mad Wasp began. He poured his heart and soul into that show and he really appreciated receiving interaction and feedback.
The radio station (with London Sister's consent) are running his shows from the beginning and I've been listening to it more regularly. It's such a bittersweet experience. I didn't listen often enough before - I wish I had. Too late now, too late to give him the feedback he loved to receive.
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