We farewelled sis in law's father today. If a funeral can be excellent, it was. While he led a fairly hard life when he was younger, he was an interstate truck driver, he mellowed after his heart attack at the age of sixty and gave up his heavily indulged in vices and lasted another twenty years.
He was a nice old bloke. He visited us once when we hosted a christmas dinner and spent most of his time sitting on the balcony watching the trams and he remarked how colourful they were compared to the old days of cream and green only. He did have his own exploration of the apartment and managed to walk into a mirrored wardrobe door, thinking there was more beyond.
The cemetery and the service were really good with over one hundred attending. R, Sister, Little Jo and I sat in the spacious foyer and watched the service on large tv screens. Little Jo failed to appreciate the solemnity of the occasion, so it was great to be able to see and hear the service without worrying about her being disruptive.
As it was an early funeral, I thought we may have had the afternoon to ourselves, but no, back to Langwarrin for the very sober, on our part, wake.
We arrived home at 4pm after stopping off at sister's for a bit to replace her bedroom light socket. Of course it wouldn't be as simple as two single wires. No, a total of eight wires into four holes while stretching to reach from her bed. As per usual, a five minute job turned into over half an hour. Sister had no confidence in her brother and left the room for the switching on ceremony, but it was fine.
Little Jo tires us out, well everything tires us out nowadays. R collapsed on the bed and I collapsed in front of you know what.
The website for Bunurong Memorial Park is here if you want to look. A nice place to rest.