Going to a dear friend's funeral today. The service is Humanist and I was asked to write something about him by his widow and read which I was happy about as he was a great bloke and we used to call him 'The Old Scrote' so looking forward to using this in my piece celebrating his life. He had a good one and died at eighty-six. Then I discovered the service is being conducted by the same Humanist Minister who held the service for my Son-in-Law five years ago.
I am just hoping the enormous sadness we all felt at S.I.L's service doesn't come back at me as it was hard to Celebrate his short life. I've been practicing reading it out loud all morning so now I'll be glad when it's done and I can hit the Champagne and nibbles.