well, the funeral went as well as these things can. It still doesn't seem real. Dad had some of the members of his motor cycle group follow behind the cars, was so touching but I just wished he'd been riding with them - so unfair. I find it hard to express how I am feeling but I wrote this poem for my dad and I thought I would share it with you........
Dad, to me you are not gone
I feel you with me, I will be strong
The dreaded cancer won the fight
You were brave and strong, it's just not right
Through the pain and darkness that I feel,
I know our happy memories will help me heal
Our love was deep and will remain
Until one day we meet again
Just wish I could have stood up and said it to him, I wasn't as strong as I thought but the minister did it for me. He knows.............I just hope he is happy where ever he his. RIP Dad. xx
