So granddads funeral was ... Well... Amazing. He couldn't have asked for more.
As a military historian painter and adviser who had persons contact him all over the world contacted him , the crematorium was packed. People had to stand.
He were in uniform and lead the coffin from his home along with a piper , RAF officers out to the end of the street. We then went in the beautiful cars to the crem and re walked grandad to his final place , along with RAF cadets and a full service police dog, the piper, and officer . It was amazing.
I held it together. I stayed strong. Listened to the minister who spoke so sincerely. My dads speech cut the knife in my heart, hearing him say he loved him as he was the son he didn't have ( having had three daughters- granddad that is) and then he was his real dad, the only dad he knew. I cried, I didn't sob but the tears dropped.
The final inspection ( police ) was read ( if you ever get to read it , it was lovely. Then the minister gave his last speech to comital and this was sad, the words, the fact he had met his peace. His body was no longer here but his spirit remained, was so true. It was lovely.
So all in all it was a beautiful day.