Well we gathered in our Cathedral in Edinburgh today for Tom’s funeral – family and friends, members of the parish in Oakworth, Mission to Seafarers and various members of the blogging community. I don’t think it has altogether sunk in yet.
This was the eulogy. The funeral of a priest is a strange thing – there are so many layers to what we become. Tom had done as we all do – stood in church at a funeral and struggled to find words to express meaning in apparent meaninglessness – said the words of faith and tested his own faith against them. Philip had found words from Tom’s own addresses at funerals – so I was able to place Tom’s very compassionate and pastoral faith at the heart of it.
And then … we went into the pub at Haymarket and raised a glass to Tom. Strange things, funerals.