A day of composing thank you letters, then another shredding and sorting paperwork session at Dad's. Lin came around in the evening and we looked at, and cried at all the condolence cards and letters. Lin had forgotten her glasses so I had to attempt to read them all out loud, some get me every time, like the one from Frank, that simply says "My greatest friend".
The medals are a mixture of Dad's and his Dad's from the 1st W.W.