As Good as it could have been

It was more than nice to walk up together, all following him close, in our not so small group. Though it was hard to look around and hold it together, so I rarely did.
It was more than nicely overwhealming to enter the church and see just how many people were there. Though it was hard to look around and hold it together, so I rarely did.
It was more than nice to know that even extra seats were not enough as so many had turned out to say goodbye. Though it was hard to look around and hold it together, so I rarely did.
It was more than nice to sing, with Boy pushing his face to mine to sing with me, this helped me hold it together.
It was more than nice to see Girl reach out a hand to comfort her Granny and her Mummy.
It was more than nice to see that Boy dressed more appropriately with the spirit than his more traditional Daddy, and that also, he was not the only one.
It was more than nice to meet unmet family, and for the little ones to be so naturally happy with them.
It was more than nice that the little ones were so well looked after that Wife and I had time to contemplate and be ourselves for more than just moments.
It was more than nice to see so many enjoy his self portraits and other pictures on display.
It was more than nice that you could not hear his hawian music, not because of its quality but because of there being so many people in the room talking and drowning it out.
It was more than nice that the rain kept away, until at least we came home.
It was more than nice to see how many hearts he touched and how much he was loved.
It was more than nice to say thank you.