lars85

Dad's funeral was yesterday. It's been an absolute rollercoaster of emotions. Laughter, heartbreak and everything in-between. What really moved me was how all his friends, most of whom I haven't seen since I was a kid, rallied round and looked after me and my sisters. So much love and support. A true testament to how much my dad was loved and how he chose his friends. I knew his funeral wouldn't be conventional, he never was. He came to the church on the back of his old American pickup truck, playing New Orleans jazz funeral music. With his beloved dog Oreo accompanying him. In my eulogy I mentioned Dude Love, The Sopranos, Iron Maiden and the Wu Tang Clan. No hymns during the service, just Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, David Lee Roth, Frank Zappa and Tom Waits. He was buried with a can of coke, a toblerone, his personalised number plate, a monster in my pocket from me and the collars of his three dogs who died before him. Him and his best friend had a deal. Whoever went first, the other had to put a certain death announcement in the paper. And his best friend didn't let him down. I know dad would be laughing at this and thankful his best mate stuck to his word. I love you dad. You were the best of me. I'll see you down the road.