An emotional day all round. We went to the private service in the chapel for family and close friends, and it was very moving - I had to take Mairwen outside, and we went to visit C's son's grave (he died 10 years ago, just before his 3rd birthday) - Mairwen then slept, so I crept in in time for us to sing Gwahoddiad - one of my favourite hymns - it makes me cry anyway!
The local motorbike club provided outriders for the hearse, and other members had made a hige banner with pictures of C on it.
We then went down to the crem, and I couldn't believe it: there must have been 350 people there, or perhaps even more - they were lining the road up into the crem - we were the 3rd car back, so parked behind the hearse. The service at the crem was put on loudspeakers for those standing outside.
With the horrible way C's life ended, it was good to remember that he was a legend in the local area - dh and I were talking in the car, and trading memories ... many of the memories he had of C couldn't be shared with many others as his mother (dh's) would be absolutely scandalised to find out what they used to get up to!
Anyway, there were no family rows - at least before we left anyway - we decided not to go back up to Llandeilo for the afterwards: it was 30 minutes in the wrong direction, and Mairwen had been so good, we didn;t want to spoil the impression she'd left!
I've also managed to talk to dh ... am seeing the gp tomorrow, and have promised to tell her the full truth about how I'm feeling.
love to all ...