I made a last minute decision to travel to Lancashire to attend my uncle's funeral. I pretty much decided, screw work! screw the bills and screw the distance! my family comes first! So I told my managers of my uncle's passing. They were a little more understanding than I thought they'd be (I judged them based on the fact that they wouldn't let me extend my holiday last December so that I could both go to my sisters wedding and stay in Lancashire for Xmas. Apparently it was too short notice for them and with it being December, they were understaffed as it were... so I had no choice but to miss my sisters wedding...which broke my heart.). They agreed to allow me the days off despite my schedule having already been written and set.
Happy that I could have the time to go, I now had to work out how I'd travel there. I rang my mum to let her know I could attend but that I didn't have enough money for a coach (the cheapest mode of transport) So she put some money in my account (which I'll pay back this Thursday), and I booked my coach all in the same day.
I traveled for 8 and a half hours yesterday. I attended the funeral today. My sister is giving me a lift home tomorrow.
I didn't even know this uncle. But a lot of my family did.
Especially my mum.
When my mum rang me to tell me about his death and his funeral date, I heard the pain in her voice.
That is what drove me to suddenly stop everything I was doing and travel for so long just for a couple of days.
Because my mum needed me to be there for her.
I'm glad I was.
