It's always bleak at the beginning, grief.
Those words are from a programme (here) which a dear friend sent me to comfort me.
We had gloriosa lilies and protea among Barry's funeral flowers, for Africa, where he was born and grew up.
On the coffin were glorious sunflowers.
When Barry was in hospital and saying his goodbyes and we all got a bit weepy, he remarked What's all this sorrow? Where's the joy?
So we gave him joyous sunflowers.
Lots of them.
And a beautiful service with his favourite poetry and music.