The service was sad, but lovely. The day has been sad, but lovely, too. I sat in the car behind the hearse, and seeing these flowers all the way to HoE Crematorium was painful. Both my older and younger Brothers eulogized our Dad, and my sister had written a poem for the Speaker to deliver. As had Dad's Mum, and Dad's Sister. My Mum spoke, too. I didn't - I couldn't. I can write my words fairly well, and I can express myself that way, but I can't speak like they did. There were at least one hundred - if not more - people who attended, and it blew us away. Work colleagues, bowls teammates, friends and family.... He was so loved, so respected, and I wish he had known how well thought of he was when he was alive.
Tell people how much you value them - tell them your genuine sorries, your loves, your happinesses. Let them know what they mean to you because showing up when they're gone, it isn't enough. They never know.
