Well, that went okay, I guess
I.e. yesterday.
Travel went okay - in fact we were so concerned about possibly missing the best train we were massively early.
The committal at the crematorium was just a brief, family and very close friends only, affair, followed by a thanksgiving service at the church my father attended until his health meant he couldn't, after which a tea was laid on by the ladies of the church.
There were encounters with relatives not seen for decades, and with faces that looked familiar from the distant past to which I was desperately trying to fit names.
Both the undertaker and the minister were women, which perhaps is not particularly worthy of remark in the second decades of the 2000s, but would have seemed like flying in the face of the nature for much of my father's life.
Apparently Lord of All Hopefulness is an established thing as a funeral hymn? It is one of those works that makes me tear up even in entirely neutral circumstances.
A very good memorial appreciation by the minister.
Partner and I decided not to linger - some family members were going to a pub, but was not really feeling that myself - and came home on a rather chilly train fairly early in the day, considering.
Still estate-type things to do over the next weeks. This entry was originally posted at http://oursin.dreamwidth.org/2557964.html. Please comment there using OpenID. View
comments.