19/03/2025
In memory of Eva. Part 1.
When Honey Bee first went to visit Eva in her residential care home last year, she found a friend. Eva absolutely loved animals. To have Honey Bee the little Dartmoor Hill Pony come to visit her in her own room was something so very special.
Eva talked about it so much after each visit. The joy in her face each time shone through. Her face lit up with delight whenever Honey Bee walked back in. She kept a photo on her wall to remind her.
Last September, Eva’s daughter Jill telephoned me to tell me that Eva had quietly passed away, aged 98 years old.
Jill went on to tell me how much her mother had loved seeing Honey Bee and how happy it had made her in her last days. She then asked whether Honey Bee could do a very great honour and be present at Eva’s funeral, to lead the procession and be there for Eva’s very last journey.
Of course, I said. We’ll be there. We wouldn’t have missed this for the world.
We arrived on the day in good time. A bright day with a few wispy clouds chasing over the huge azure skyscape of a Cambridgeshire countryside.
I unloaded Honey Bee and we waited halfway down the drive, as requested and Honey Bee quietly cropped the turf at my feet in a light breeze.
Soon the procession of cars appeared at the entrance of the long drive and slowly rolled into view.
Honey Bee was her fantastic self and stood up and we quietly walked out to meet them. We then walked quietly in front of the procession, all down the drive, the sun on our faces, towards the Crematorium to the waiting mourners.
Then, she stood, stock still and silent, as we waited outside. Like a Household Cavalry Horse. Ears pricked and watching with interest for a good 20 minutes as friends and relatives gathered at the entrance in silence, Hearse open, Eva’s coffin waiting.