Invitation to a funeral

My grandfather was stationed in Africa with the RAF. He worked on the ground and it was his job to check the pilots before they took off. Some, including a friend with curly red hair, he never saw again.

In the late eighties he married a spiritualist. She said that my grandmother had come to her and told her to look after him. He believed in those things too and he often embarrassed us at the dinner table with talk of this or that dead relative appearing at the bottom of his bed in the middle of the night.

They went to a meeting and he was told that a man with red hair was looking for him. Not long after the plane was found buried in the desert sands and my grandfather was invited to a funeral.