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It was Dads funeral yesterday.
It was a loverly service.
There was nine of us there.
Mum, Lynne, Robyn my daughter and me.
My sons flew over from Iceland and one of them brought his girlfriend.
My brother and his girlfriend.
My other three daughters were going to come but they all have young children and live miles away, and would have had to get trains or coaches to get here, so Lynne said rather that spend money on fares and flowers give the money to charity.
My Uncle could not come as his girlfriend had just passed away and her funeral is today.
Dad had his red beret on his coffin from his paratrooper days.
Mum held up really well.
Then we went to the funeral reception at the pub.
Danny the manager had closed part of the pub for us and we had ordered food from a caterers.
I can't say enough about Danny he organised things putting tables up for the food and helped put the food out.
Cleared things away at the end and wouldn't except any payment at all.
Saw some of my friends there who also knew Mum and Dad and invited them for some food and drink.
Sat around drinking and telling stories about Dad.
My brother didn't know Dad was in the British Secret Service after the second World War.
It seems strange but if was a happy funeral, a celebration of Dads life and not only of his passing.
Dave.
It was a loverly service.
There was nine of us there.
Mum, Lynne, Robyn my daughter and me.
My sons flew over from Iceland and one of them brought his girlfriend.
My brother and his girlfriend.
My other three daughters were going to come but they all have young children and live miles away, and would have had to get trains or coaches to get here, so Lynne said rather that spend money on fares and flowers give the money to charity.
My Uncle could not come as his girlfriend had just passed away and her funeral is today.
Dad had his red beret on his coffin from his paratrooper days.
Mum held up really well.
Then we went to the funeral reception at the pub.
Danny the manager had closed part of the pub for us and we had ordered food from a caterers.
I can't say enough about Danny he organised things putting tables up for the food and helped put the food out.
Cleared things away at the end and wouldn't except any payment at all.
Saw some of my friends there who also knew Mum and Dad and invited them for some food and drink.
Sat around drinking and telling stories about Dad.
My brother didn't know Dad was in the British Secret Service after the second World War.
It seems strange but if was a happy funeral, a celebration of Dads life and not only of his passing.
Dave.