It was a good funeral. Around 200 people turned up, far more than the 80 Linda had asked the Pub to cater for. I suppose why I say it was a good funeral is that it captured something of Dave himself. He knew he was dying long ago & had largely decided on the service himself & chosen the music he wanted.
The service sheet was pastel coloured. Inside was a photo of Dave proudly holding up the huge fish he had caught, almost as big as he was & that was over 6 feet. He loved his big game fishing. On the back page was a lovely picture of Linda & him in happier days, radiating their shared love of each other & of life itself.
I realised by the end what I would miss most about Dave. No matter how gloomy things were, he would stride in & radiate light. He would always have a joke to tell, a tale to share. He always left you feeling brighter, cheerier, for having bumped into him.
It was also good to renew acquaintance with people who had moved away. Stella Dave was up from his new job in London - we're invited to stay sometime. Dave had a bad spell of unemployment a while back & became a temporary member of Geriatrics' Corner. He's only in his thirties so it's good to see him once more happy & enjoying life. Others returned from France, especially for the funeral. As I say there must have been around 200 people there, all coming together in love for Dave. A good funeral.
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