So we went to my grandma's funeral on Tuesday, DS and I. I gave my two (grown) nieces a lift because my git of a brother didn't go (long story).
DS loved them in the car with us so that was a bonus. We got there (4 hour drive) just in time to change and in the 15 minutes we were changing, the weather changed from blue skies to blizzard 
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DS and I sat in the front row and he was a star, I was so proud of him. He was bored but sat still and didn't move a muscle, behaved impeccably. I warned him I would cry (I cracked during "The Old Rugged Cross" which was my grandfathers favorite) and he was fine about it. I have to say he struggled to sing "Calon Lan", but hissed at me in a loud whisper afterwards "I DID MY BEST, MUM"
It was a Salvation Army funeral with the band playing which was a delight as my had his brother played in the band themselves and he was a lifelong trumpet player. For a 97 year old there were loads of people there and the view from the huge picture windows behind the preacher was of uninterrupted rolling Welsh countryside which was truly lovely.
Then at the reception afterwards DS worked the room, introducing himself to all and sundry. The only bit I actually heard was him chatting up the tea lady
"Hello, whats your name?"
...
"Pleased to meet you Deborah my name's Gherkin"
blah blah blah... couldn't hear...
"Well I have to go now Deborah, it's been a pleasure to meet you" shakes hands, leaving Deborah making gestures at me saying in virtual sign language "OMG he's SOOOO cute"
As we left he obviously decided it was a bit rude leaving unannounced so turned to those left in the fairly large room and announced loudly...
"I'M GOING NOW BYE"
To which the whole room stopped talking and virtually as one obediently replied "BYE!"
He charmed the welsh rellies and I am now in no doubt that he can rely on a home with any one of them should anything happen to me. I suspect he may even get several proposals of marriage from those with unsuspecting girl children.
I thought he might well have a career ahead of him in the diplomatic corps and then this morning had to work in the headmasters office he got into so much trouble... so maybe not...
And then near the end, my father took me aside and told me that I was in my grandmothers will and gave me the diamond ring she had shown me when I was about DS's age and told me "This will be yours one day". Neither of us would know that would be another 40 years and I couldn't believe that she remembered that promise though her will had been changed several times. I would have been happy to wait another 10 years for it, but I look forward to the day I might be able to surprise my grand-daughter in the same way.