Yesterday was very hard. It was a beautiful service for my cousin and hundreds of people came. The chapel was packed, people were outside listening to it and it was on a webcast as well. He was a very much loved man. His brother really struggled with the speech and totally broke down when we went to the coffin. I've never seen him cry before. It's hit him so hard. I gave his (eldest cousin) son a hug and I thought he was never going to let go, poor lad.
Auntie was ok really. Lots of people came to speak to her and share stories about him. An ex Manchester City player - and cousin's first football hero - came and read a poem, which was lovely.
Apart from family, DH knew more people there than me - he's taught quite a few of my uncle's side of the family to drive. And one of my best friends in the 80s-90s worked with him. Small world.
Cousin's wife really annoyed everyone. We got to the wake venue and she sat with her coven sisters, cousin was talking to people giving condolences. She shouted 'Oi! Stop the chatting & get to the bar'. She got so many daggers.