Late yesterday afternoon, I had the great privilege, alongside 300+ other mourners,
of saying farewell to our beloved Grandad P.
It’s not often that you hear the words wonderful and funeral in the same sentence,
but that’s what it was.
A celebration in the true sense of the word.
Of a man who gave his life to the service of this country.
Of a man who touched the lives of thousands of individuals.
Of a man who was the living embodiment of love, loyalty, duty, honour and faith.
 I hesitated about taking a photo of the hearse at the end of the service.
But then I thought how I’d always taken a photo of Grandad P every time we’d seen him.
And given that it was the last time I would see him, it seemed right and proper.
 His story is very much intertwined with my story.
For that, I am forever grateful.

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