Life

My beloved dad passed away recently, today his funeral service was held.

He always adored spring, and I ordered a heart-shaped wreath adorned with these beautiful spring flowers.


Life, by Charlotte Brontë
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?

Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly!

What though death at times steps in
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!







I wrote, and delivered an eulogy for dad. This is an abridged part of it:

Tarr Steps, North Hill, Dunkery Beacon, Porlock Vale, Dunster, Lynton and Lynmouth. Just a few of your favourite places.

Your two final wishes were to be cremated, and to have your ashes scattered on Exmoor. You’ll be happy there.

Rest in peace, enjoy the view.

Now you are free, daddy.
Love, your wee girl.

On edit: music during the ceremony was Elgar's Nimrod, Vivaldi's Spring, and Beethoven's Für Elise.