The service was lovely. Mainly consisting of some great words that my Mum wrote. She told everyone about Dads life and added plenty of times for laughs, she did a fantastic job. She didnt read it out, would have been too hard but the lady taking the service did a good job. She also read a couple of poems, one little rhyme was written by me and went as follows
My Dad used to write short poems and so,
I thought I ought to have a go,
So I’ll tell you all about the man you called John
But to tell you it all would take too long
So with a smile on your face, Brush away those tears
We have wonderful memories of wonderful years
To see all his friends here makes my heart glad
You too loved the man that I called Dad
Dad was brought into the chapel to "Time to say goodbye" and then we left to a favourite rugby song of his "Swing low sweet Chariots". Lots of emotion as well as laughter as the piece my mum had written gave us a few laughs. Oddly enough I didnt cry, all cried out maybe? or not wanting to loose it and be strong for Mum. I stayed with Mum Friday night and she stayed with my brother Saturday night so we are looking after her.
Today, Sunday, myself, Harvey and Darren are all fluey, hot, cold, shivering!! I am feeling a tad sorry for myelf and had a bit of a cry in the car earlier as I felt so rotten and just wondered what else was going to go wrong this year. I am ok now.
Harvey is beyond excited, if he was just feeling ill I would think it was excitement, it took my mum a few years to work out I made my self so ill with excitment, I thought Harvey was the same, but as we all feel like it I think we all have a bug.