The funeral.

So after a frantic weekend buying clothes to replace those burned and deciding on a new school which will be very good and moving all the necessary stuff over, things are getting back to normal.
It is the wet season so the picture shows what used to be an entrance up to our house, I suppose a tank might get up it but not four wheels.
Yesterday was the day of the funeral, One large casket to hole th remains of the children. The names of 9 were read out yet 19 were reported as being lost so I am not sure what the final number, certianly some turned up later.
The service itself was very dignified and peaceful on the whole though some politicians and preachers went on too long, as expected, I suppose. People were quiet, gentle singing of hymns people knew and nothing much in the way of loud sorrow, families are still in shock. Although the vast bulk of the proceedings were in Rhutoro I am very glad I was there among the several thousands who came knowing that there was to be rain which duly arrived about half way through some got soaked, some had left when they saw what was on the way and the rest squeezed under the protection of the tents. Bridget had planned to be there and I was going to pick her up from school but at the last minute the time was brought well forward, possibly because of the rain which was due but it meant it was not possible for her to get there and join her friends. I hope she was not too upset.