Update on Carnival/Funeral

A very intense day.
A very lovely day in many ways.

A day that reminds me of when you were a kid and you laughed and cried at the same time and couldn't explain how you were feeling - the only sounds possible to produce were:
haha hee hee boo hooo waaahhh hee HEE HA HAAAA ooh aaahhh BOO HOO
(repeat etc etc)
(I am clearly about to win several awards for my writing skills. Move over Dooce.)

I did a lot of the above.
For most of the day.

Granpop's ashes are going to be mixed with his beloved dog's and chucked into the canal he lived beside for the last 50 years....
ha ha HA HAAA aaahhh ooh Boo Hoo... etc etc

Ended the day with my gentle giant brother with his tattoos and pierced face.
Mutual admiration between him and Ro/Cole on account of burping-on-demand capabilities...
I know when I'm beat and resorted to the stern words: That Is Enough Now.
Burping each word, of course.
(how easy it still is to shock/impress my kids)

Great thanks to my beautiful girlfriends on-hand at the end of the day with large glasses of pinot or a text or phone call.
My very own team of professional life-savers.
Am very glad to be alive.