I'm closing in on my last few weeks at Cobbs Garden Surgery and I must say it's getting a bit emotional at times. What is very touching are the sweet and generous comments of patients as they say their farewells to me. I won't reproduce them here for fear of being accused of self-promotion. Moi? But they have been along the lines of thanking me for giving them time, and hope and help. Its really very kind. But it also feels a bit like a funeral. Why do I say that?
I guess the British way is to wait until the funeral before we express gratitude and praise for the deceased. But what a shame to wait till then. I think it was when my dear dad was dying that I realised the value of telling someone that you love them and to thank him for being a great dad. I'm so glad I didn't wait to give the address at dad's funeral before I was able to say what a lovely father he was.
We sadly live in a primarily complaints culture, but why not have a think, and see if you can be part of a counter-culture? Do those you love and value know how you feel? Get a bit of Van Morrison eh?