3. 18 September 2013
We had your funeral today. I still can't believe you're gone, though I think it's finally starting to slowly sink in.
The service was very beautiful. I know that you're not very religious, but I think you would have approved of everything that Dad and Aunt Joan had organised for you. The funeral director read a passage from the Bible's New Testament; 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18. Then he continued with a summary of your life, which was followed by the Lord's Prayer. Next he played a short playlist of songs which Dad and Aunty Joan selected, including some of your favourites, like Sukiyaki and Prisoner.
Granny was bawling her eyes out before hand; she calmed down somewhat before we went in, but she started up again when the playlist was being played. I have to admit, my eyes weren't very dry either; I kept having to blink my tears away. I was determined not to cry, even if I didn't really succeed, because I knew you wouldn't want me to. Anyway, Dad was very solemn; not at all like how he usually is. And Aunty Joan was very quiet; Uncle Victor had his arm around her through the whole thing.
They cremated you like you wanted, but I drew a picture of a gravestone for you. I hope you like it.