The funeral went as well as funerals can with some lovely memories from two of the grandchildren. I was complimented on my prayer by the vicar who handled the service well being neither too fulsome nor evangelistic. When I'd spoken to him on the phone prior to the service I hadn't been impressed so I learned once again not to judge people. (Or rather I still haven't learned not to judge people!)
And the party, as everyone kept calling it, afterwards was a jolly affair. I left before 3, because I was driving home, when it was still in full swing and showed no signs of stopping.
Husband comes home today and it will be good to have him here after his long stay away from us. He'll have to continue to spend occasional days and nights with his father until Pop's state and situation are assessed and it's determined if he can manage on his own or if he'll come to harm. But that's a problem for another day.
P.S. If you're interested my prayer is here.