I mentioned in a comment on August 5th that my brother-in-law had died, and that I was having trouble finding the words to use for a post about his death. Now is, I think, the time to put that right.
James died on July 30th; he was 43 years old. He’d been very ill for a long while, never really regaining his health after being seriously injured in a motorbike accident some two years ago. In that, he broke his back and was permanently paralysed. After a very long stay in hospital he did have a few months where he was able to get around a bit in a wheelchair, and for a while we thought he would be okay, though obviously very limited. But gradually complications began to take a hold of him, and his health deteriorated. He spent the last six or so months of his life in the Sue Ryder Care home, in the Old Palace, Ely. We knew four months ago that he wasn’t going to be recovering, and had just been helplessly watching him deteriorate in front of us. They were extremely good at Sue Ryder, and kept him as comfortable as possible; but sometimes he was in a lot of pain. Although he was, thankfully, peaceful at the end.
James was a great guy, but a bit of rogue too. He had a wicked sense of humour. He was quite a spiritual person, and we often used to have some really quite deep discussions about God, Christ, faith, and the Church. But, along with many people, he never found a way to express that spirituality through organised religion. He was grateful for visits from a couple of Priests in the last weeks of his life. I’m quite sure that, despite all the difficulties in his life, he had made his peace with God at the end of it.
The funeral took place yesterday, August 12th. It was a good funeral, as far as funerals go. There were a lot of people there, and the Church was quite full. Lots of his friends and family were able to be there. Richard, a fellow Reader, who led the service, managed to get the balance of the funeral just right.
Tags: Christ, Church, Death, Funeral, God, James, Peace



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