Bringing Him Home
Mum decided to bring him home on the Wednesday as he hadn't come home to say goodbye.
The funeral directors had said about 4pm, so I'd arranged for Ellie Jake and Louis to go to there grandmas at 4. About 12pm we got a phonecall to say they had to bring him home at 2 as they needed the car. I couldn't believe it, I had to shove Ellie and Jake in a neighbours down the road so they didn't see the coffin. Louis was in nursery until 4. Ruby wasn't an issue as she didn't understand.
We waited for what seemed like an eternity and then they phoned to say they were running late for gawds sake. About 2.20 he came home, it was extremely emotional. But also didn't feel right, I don't think my dad would have wanted this. We had to 'retire' to the back garden while they got him in, and they had trouble doing so, so there was lots of banging etc. Then they had to fix him! This is not dignity at all. He had also been dead by now, for 9 days so we could tell he was starting to deteriote but I'll say no more than that.
At four I went round to the neighbours and got Ellie and Jake and then we went to get Louis and Ruby and Johns mum took the older three and I kept the baby. I then went back to mums with Ruby. John came home from work and lots of family arrived to say there last respects. Mum didn't like the quiet in the living room, so she put discovery channel on for him!? Laughable writing it down but at the time it was kind if freaky.
About 9pm me and John went to pick up the flowers, they where lovely, an oasis for top of coffin, a broken heart of the grandkids and a dad of us, all in red and white, and 9 red roses for the elder grandkids to put on top of the coffin during the church service. We took them back to mums and got Ruby and went home. the other kids come home and feel straight asleep. I had a few drinks as I really don't think I could of slept otherwise I got a few hours.
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