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.
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