After the memorial service we went to a local venue along the Thames where tea, coffee, various nibbles, sandwiches and homemade samosas were provided by the family aided by very friendly serving staff. There was also a choice of wine, red or white.
After the emotion of the service where the life of the loved one (my brother-in-law's mother) was celebrated with readings and hymns (Abide with me, All things Bright and Beautiful) and music (Nimrod- part of the Enigma Variations played on the church organ) it was good to have a glass of chilled white wine and share memories.
What wine was it ? I have no idea. I suppose it was a New World Chardonnay, not too oaked. But of course it wasn't important. The sharing and the warmth were. The purpose of wine.
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