goodbye III

Sean led us out of the church playing the bagpipes. two of my beautiful sisters followed him with white roses in their hands and the rest of us solemnly filed behind, stepping out of the small village chapel into the sunny, well-kept graveyard. the colour of the sky and the grass and the flowers appeared particularly vibrant. the scottish melody filled the air and suddenly it all seemed rather royal, and rather beautiful and yet still natural with the smell of the sea in the air and the green fields stretching out behind the stone wall. just rather fitting, really, for such a lady.