Tribute to Pop

Yesterday i had my grandfathers funeral. It was a nice service, but seeing your family cry sucks.

At 86, he had a good innings.

To me, memories of Pop are good. They revolve around him smoking his pipe and sneaking me kit-kats as a kid. It's sitting with him on Boxing Day, watching the cricket or Sydney to Hobart over a beer. It's him doing the washing up after dinner each night.

He was a swell Pop. An excellent husband. A good bloke. The funeral showed that.