Today we said goodbye to my son's dad Dave at his funeral. As I said my son did manage to get him a decent funeral. It was a beautiful service, with a eulogy written and read by one of his oldest friends, and a poem read by a lady friend. We had hymns and music that was close to his heart. There was around 18 of us in attendance so a pretty good turn out, and he was sent off in a lovely wooden casket topped with a beautiful wreath. The wake was held in his favourite pub and I only got back about an hour ago..my head is banging but so pleased and relieved it went so well. I understand that his sister was succesfully contacted but had said she wasn't coming cause she couldn't afford the bus fare £4.50 for heaven's sake, part of me is really angry as anyone can get that sort of money, I would have walked there myself..however, as I mentioned the poor girl has a drug problem, as does her daughter and must be in a terrible terrible place, so I know I should be more understanding, but I'll be honest I'm struggling - I wish she was there. Still feel really sad, despite the lovely words and lovely service, the flowers, the friends...I just think "That was his life - all wrapped up" I know he had a faith in God in his later life, so that gives me comfort. Can't have regrets of course, but how I wish we'd had a chance to make peace and even more a chance he would have been saved. We still don't know the actual cause of his death, but I suppose in due course. My son and I are going to be joining some of his friends for a pub quiz on his birthday, as he enjoyed doing this quiz with them, and we'll raise a glass or two. RIP darling x