well, my dad's funeral was yesterday afternoon. laughter and tears. lots of family and friends of his from work and scouts and church family camp. i was grateful for the presence of friends like duncan, david, nicole, rob & marina, peter and others. bob warrick, an old family friend, took the service with wonderful grace and sensitivity. it was wonderful to see cousins whom i haven't seen in years.
three nieces sand and grace played sax. paul put together a slideshow. uncle keith, my brother andrew and sister anne spoke, and a work colleague from fisheries (who went for ages...) the twins read one of the scriptures.
pop had talked to anne about having a piper at the end, which we did. he played 'amazing grace' and my sister-in-law margaret led us trying to sing along with it. this experiment confirmed that bagpipes play in their own key and tempo without reference to the rest of the universe!
my dad worked in primary industries, became head of dairying for Queensland, and then the inaugural head of the Queensland Fish Management Authority. he received an A.M. (Member of the Order of Australia) for services to primary industry in 1989. of course, we kids would just refer to him as the 'king prawn' or other suitably fishy honorifics. he became involved in scouts as we did, becoming as local scout leader and then a district commissioner or something like that. for many years he was one of the key program organisers at the synod-run family camp at Alexandra Park each Dec-Jan, where his creativity and sense of humour resulted in a whole lot of ridiculous and challenging activities. and he did a bunch of other stuff, like neighbourhood watch.
the texts yesterday (colossians 3:12-17 and john 15:10-17 were about living abundantly, loving others as God loves us, and being Christ-like. they were fitting for a man who was exceedingly generous, selfless, and a servant in his family and work life.
a whole bunch of relatives and friends came back to my parent's place for some food and drink afterwards, and we finished the evening with a family toast of Grandfather port.
the emotional journey is harder to put into words, so I'm not going to try right now....
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