Farewell grandad

No photos from the funeral, but I wanted to share this one from happier days, a long time ago when Grace and Loudon were married at 18.

The funeral was good, as these things go. The vicar spoke well about grandad's life, his work and family and love of flying. The organist for the funeral parlour sang Abide With Me beautifully, for us to join in between the tears, and my cousin David read a beautiful poem about flight. Then we followed the coffin up the street with various family members taking a lift along the way, before a final ceremony up at the graveyard where grandma is buried too. The heavens opened and the wind blew a gale and it felt like a rather epic farewell!

And tben, as the vicar put it, it was time for dor the living. There was a funeral tea at a local hotel with the family and friends, and then we moved into the hotel bar, and kept each other company until they closed, and it was good to be there and to share the time and memories with family and to be together in our sadness.