This afternoon, my mother was cremated, and with her went my last link to the family I have in Yorkshire. My aunty Joan, and her daughter Annette came down for the service, but they were like strangers to me.
It is over twenty years since I saw my aunt -- my father's funeral -- and over forty since I saw my cousin. It was hard to think of the attractive lady standing near me as my cousin; the last time I saw her was in a fifteen year old photograph.
Although we are family, distance has forced us apart. My mother, and her generation may have been close, but my generation have never been close, partly because my mother and father moved hundreds of miles when I was eight, and I lost touch. There is so much I wanted to know, but never shall now.