They were all there – family members dead and alive at my maternal grandmother’s house:
- my uncle who had emigrated to Australia in the 1970s was on the lawn in the back garden with his younger daughter, who was photographing him in childhood poses
- my dead aunt and her husband (along long-departed) with their own children, a couple of grandchildren, and even their great grandson, who all surprised us at the back door
- my (deceased) father, who sprang up from nowhere to take charge of the dining table once everyone was assembled
We all enjoyed a jolly meal of leftover turkey and ham. Goodness how long this food had lingered in the pantry though – Christmas was months ago.