today I played the organ at a funeral at st martin's for a local kensington man named Charlie who lived alone and died alone - his neighbours found him dead in his bed a few days later. he had no surviving family, and didn't really have any friends, but had made an impression on his neighbours, obviously, as they were the ones who organised his funeral.

how awful to be so alone. how amazing that nine people who lived in the houses around him took the time to organise and attend a funeral. how lucky i am to have people who love me.