Dad's funeral was beautiful, a real celebration of who he was.
Everyone and everything made it special.
Dad's cask lay in the brilliant sunshine streaming through the windows during the service, whilst I knew he was gone it was almost as if I could feel him there.
As I walked out after the service I just had one last pat of the cask, a quiet last contact with the man that made and shaped me during my early years, encouraged me to believe anything was possible, and loved me even when it all went wrong... you will be missed and loved and celebrated always.
The words from people whilst heard and responded to were well meant, just that at times my head was off in memories and personal thoughts.
We had a slideshow of images of Dad throughout his life and many were ones with his fishing, so it felt right that the final words spoken before the committal was the Fisher of Men poem sent a Macland friend. These words were well recieved by everyone including the minister. Special thankyou sent to them already.
A final tribute as the sun was sliding down the sky was the little grandchildren and great grandchildren who were not present at the funeral, they had helium stars with long strings and each had a message to grandad on a silver sparkly fish... we all walked to his favourite fishing peg and one by one the little ones let their balloons go - sending fishes to grandad in heaven seemed a good way of letting them say goodbye...
Home then for a few drinks and then bed for us all....
Today is a nother part of my life, our lives and we will hold strong as a family.
Jules xx
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