So, on the morning of our four-year old grandson’s funeral my car parking abilities were at their absolute best. Unbeknown to me, my brother-in-law had watched it all from the car behind me. I had it right at one point and then ended up partly on the grass verge and partly on the road. Oh sod it! At least I wasn’t blocking the hearse that carried our grandson’s white coffin.
In my defence, I had been somewhat distracted by the sea of people who rolled towards us and the entrance of the crematorium’s chapel, like a huge wave.
“Are these people all for Daniel?” I asked the funeral director who walked along side us and the vicar.
” They are,” she gently replied.
” Wow,” I said. ” So many people for him.”
Daniel arrived and we, the immediate family followed his coffin in. I was worried about crying. I always try to get a tight grip of myself at funerals. The room was quickly filled with heavy sobs and I joined in.
The vicar led us in a beautiful celebration of Daniel’s life. We cried, we laughed and we smiled at the memories. We saw photos of him and outside, a bubble machine reminded us of his love of bubbles. This grandma still has tubs of bubble mix all over the house.
A blue Thomas The Train floral wreath adorned his coffin and elsewhere yellow ( his favourite colour) flowers had been made into a teddy bear.
Julie, the vicar told me that there had in fact been 80 mourners at the funeral. In his short life our grandson had touched quite a few folk.
We left the funeral service to the sound of Meghan Trainor. Daniel loved to dance.
And he had some rather cool moves.
Julie’s closing words to Daniel were :
” We love you. We miss you. We want you to be happy.
Go safely. Go dancing. Go running home.”
Those words and this song will remain with me forever and I’m sure Daniel did dance his way home.
I will be writing some more about Daniel, in the future.
Thanks for reading.