Yesterday's service just flew by, and afterwards we were whisked away to the reception at a nearby hotel.
I wanted to go back and sit and ponder in the memorial garden, so R and me walked up to the crematorium today.
It was very peaceful there, and the tensions of the last week or so seemed to melt away.
I was pleasantly surprised to find the wreath, and had the brilliant idea of taking a few of each of the blooms to eventually press and add to an album dedicated to dad.