Funeral...
Wow that funeral was awkward! There was all these people who I didn’t know or hadn’t seen for years, and obviously I had to like hug and kiss them… it was especially awkward since I went with my mam, and my mam and dad are divorced, and it was my dad’s brother’s funeral. But anyway. It was really sad but nice in a way. I hardly knew my Uncle David but I’m glad I went, and it was nice seeing a lot of my Dad’s side of the family.
I sat in the front row of the service with my Dad and Emma, my mam sat a few rows back. I could feel myself wellig up but I made myself not cry. The service was lovely, I actually learnt a lot about Uncle David’s life. Heh, my Dad was talking to David’s son (also called David) afterwards and he said “there was about 15 years of David’s life that she missed out of her speech, she didn’t say anything about the years before he worked at the hospital. I cannit remember what he was doing for them 10,15 years mind”. My cousin David just said “drink.” Heh.
It was so sad seeing my Aunty Carol though. She’s such a lovely woman, she’s so so canny, but she was in a right state. She’s an alcoholic and am smoker and its trashed her life, but she was just so distraught, bless her… after the funeral we went to a little pub called the Low Lights Tavern on the Fish Quay, and Aunty Carol just sat and drank glass of wine after glass of wine.
It was nice having a bit chatter at the Low Lights though, catching up with the gossip :P apparently my Grandad and his brother Robert used to go drinking in there when they were young, and my Dad and my Uncle George go in on a weekend for a pint or two as well, so its the perfect place for the family to go after the funeral.
Me Dad got a bit teary towards the end- after the funeral and seeing the family and then he kept saying he was pleased I came and how he proud of me and stuff, bless him. Everyone got emotional when they started talking about David and John (my other uncle who died) and my Grandad, but it was nice.
Still very very awkward though.
