My grampa's memorial
We had my grampa's memorial service on Thursday - what would have been his 78th birthday. There was of course an very obvious tone of sadness, but, all in all, it was very upbeat - exactly how he would have wanted it.
My dad was the MC, and started it off really well, talking about some of his best memories of his father-in-law, and that pretty well set the tone for everything else. There was nothing particularly sad that was remembered, and my Aunt Sharon's husband Pat sung "My Way" and "Fly Me To The Moon", and did an excellent job of them. Plus, my great-uncle Graham - grampa's brother - spoke, and they hadn't spoken to each other in years.
The weather was beautiful, which was exactly why grampa would want us to finish the bloody thing off and get outside. God knows the man wouldn't have wanted us making that big of a deal about it.
So, happy birthday grampa, rest in peace.
We had my grampa's memorial service on Thursday - what would have been his 78th birthday. There was of course an very obvious tone of sadness, but, all in all, it was very upbeat - exactly how he would have wanted it.
My dad was the MC, and started it off really well, talking about some of his best memories of his father-in-law, and that pretty well set the tone for everything else. There was nothing particularly sad that was remembered, and my Aunt Sharon's husband Pat sung "My Way" and "Fly Me To The Moon", and did an excellent job of them. Plus, my great-uncle Graham - grampa's brother - spoke, and they hadn't spoken to each other in years.
The weather was beautiful, which was exactly why grampa would want us to finish the bloody thing off and get outside. God knows the man wouldn't have wanted us making that big of a deal about it.
So, happy birthday grampa, rest in peace.
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