One of the lines that has always stuck out for me from Fannie Flag's 'Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe':

By the way, is there anything sadder than toys on a grave?

Aside from a child's funeral...is there anything sadder than a funeral where the words 'mummy' or 'daddy' feature prominently

I went the to funeral of a former colleague today. She was in her 40's with beautiful twins aged around 10. There were lovely white flowers in the shape of the word "mummy" resting up against the casket.

She was a lovely, stylish, feisty, zesty, earthy lady who loved those children dearly. I admired her. We weren't particularly close but we had been in touch in the same industry for years, competed for some of the same jobs, worked in the same company for a while. Just so heart wrenchingly sad. Complications from leukaemia that she had been fighting for some time.

We were at the same work event together about two years ago and I just keep thinking how wonderful she looked that day, how much fun we had, and how vivacious she was.

I feel sad. Disproportionately sad...if there is such a thing. I don't know why this should hit so hard.