The flowers were amazing. No-one came to the house. There was far too much food. Lots of good memories were shared with lovely people, lovely friends, lovely family.
Bear was really good. He was in church during the service, then me and my brother went to the crematorium while everyone else went on to the wake. This evening bear said that he was really sad that his grandad had died and he had no more tears left for the rest of his life, but next party could it be like the afterwards bit because the chicken wings were awesome. My cousins really looked after him.
The minister was lovely, the service went well, the undertakers all knew father - it was a warm and loving time. There were sweeties on the alter, because father always went to church with a pocket full of sweets for the kids (and the adults).
Tomorrow I start again. The funeral draws a line. I just want to share the verse that was used in the funeral:
2 Corinthians 9:7 Let every man give according to the purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or out of necessity, for God loves a .
Father was a cheerful giver. He is very much missed.