The funeral went well yesterday. There were literally hundreds of people 
- fortunately it wasn't raining unusually in recent days 
as the chapel at Craigton Crematorium can only take 100 people, leaving a good few hundred people outside (and no loudspeakers 
- fortunately we were close to the entrance to the chapel so could just about hear what was being said ). Even though they couldn't hear, no one left and just stood in respectful silence. 
There was a semi-spontaneous guard of honour for the coffin as it was taken in, made up of the boys he used to coach at the rugby club (ds coached alongside him when he first qualified and Derek always deferred to ds as the "better" coach - despite the c30 year age gap). 30 c17 year old boys barely holding it together was very moving 
There was space for a few more to go inside to the chapel of rest, after family and close friends, so ds took two of the boys in as they were distraught. I was proud of the way that he handled himself and looked out for "his boys". He says that Derek always treated him as an adult - even though he wasn't quite 16 when he started coaching (he'd initially only been supposed to be assisting but Derek's son had had health problems at the time, so ds ended up coaching on his own for most of that season. I got more involved with that team because of that so that there was a "responsible" adult around in case anything went wrong).
This poem was on the order of service: coincidentally it was the same poem that was used at Friday's funeral. It really resonates with me as it is how I now not always successfully try to think of my mum 
The purvey at the rugby club was jam packed - they'd even organised a bouncy council for the kids 
It was a real celebration of a life well lived
In more cheerful and interesting news: ds was able to use the fact that he was down here to pick up his kilt (his 21st present ). Very smart he looks too (although I might be biased ) (blanked out his face for his privacy ) Shirt was his own, rather than getting out the new shirt (with a "swept" collar) - and he couldn't do up the top bottom because he was hungover (I did it for him later so he could put on his tie to go to the funeral ).
In the evening, dh, ds and I went down to the Clyde to see COP26 from closer up. Loads of police from all over the UK guarding the "Green Zone" and lots of delegates leaving, so we were surrounded by many different and exotic languages as we crossed the bridge to get a feel. walked over the Squinty Bridge up to Argyle Street and then along to the STV building. There was a giant Earth being projected on o the Armadillo (in the Blue Zone) which was very effective.