Rest in Peace

Today Dad went back to the village where he was born and to the churchyard where many of his family are also buried. The church was full, Simon and Oliver helped to carry him and the service chosen by Joan was a commemoration of a man who was first and foremost a country man. There was one light moment at the graveside when a little yappy dog came to see what was happening. It just seemed so appropriate for someone who at one time had 4 Jack Russells in the house that we had to smile(although the undertaker was not amused by the interlude) . After the funeral most people came back to the Norgren for something to eat and drink, to look at the photos of Dad's life that John had put on disc and to reminisce. One of the hymns sung was Cat Stevens' "Morning has Broken" and I'm left with these words .........

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven

Like the first dewfall, on the first grass

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden

Sprung in completeness where his feet pass. Au revoir, Papa.