5th December 2019
This is the day of the burial, the day was calm, as if nature knew this was a special day.
The service was just a family affair. There were two members of the military to fold the flag in appreciation of his service to the country.
There were six family members to carry the casket, Matt and his wife Brenda, Kelli and daughter Greer, myself and David, Matt’s son in law. We were instructed on how to remove it from the hearse, I was the first in line so I had to slide it along to the next person. When it got out to the last couple the full weight became apparent. I didn’t realise that Dave wanted to be buried with a full set of tools, or at least that’s what it felt like. I was staggering, saying to myself “ Please don’t drop it”. The ground around was soft, and I could feel my self sinking into the turf. I guess this was Dave’s last joke.
Had I known how much space was left in the grave, I would have dumped the three televisions sets that we have stored in the shed.
The service was simple, but the most moving moment was the folding of the flag. There was precision in how it was done, although they must have done it hundreds for times, I bet they would make mincemeat of a fitted sheet.
As soon as it was over everyone came back to our place for some refreshments.
This was the final act, now the slow adjustment period begins.
Another Lifetime to go 