July 16 –
Of course it is absolutely bucketing rain on the day of the funeral – the old yin would laugh at that. We got all togged up in our Sunday best – most wearing black but Gillian and Duncan had to make due with what we brought. I don’t mind buying Frank an extra black suit but I don’t think my 12 year old daughter really needs a black dress at this point.
The service was at the crematorium in Falkirk and the Humanists did a lovely job. I’m trying to get hold of the text of the service to post at some point for those who are interested. There were many tears and a few laughs. Gillian took things very hard since this is the first real loss she has experienced. She was 3 when my dad died so she doesn’t remember that time.
After the service, most folks went to the Tartan Arms (aka McQs) for soup and sandwiches and a few drinks. Frank got to meet some long lost relatives and chat to folks he hasn’t seen since he was wee. The kids got bored quickly and proceeded to play hide-and-seek according to my 3-yo nephew Ross’ rules: No Duncan, hide over there!
Then the immediate family retired to Jim and Therese’s house for more munchies and drinks. At least here the kids can play video games if they don’t want to sit and talk to the boring grown ups. We eventually headed out to change out of our mourning garb and have a nice meal at one of our favorite haunts: the Barnton Bar and Bistro. Unfortunately, Gillian’s stomach wasn’t up to the special hot chocolate they do so well but we’ll do that another day. Then back to the flat for a quiet night in watching telly.
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[Pedometer: 9,247 steps or about 4.5 miles]
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