Yesterday 1st March 2021 was a day to remember. Our youngest was 50 years old, boyy did that make me feel my age. The second event was a funeral with a difference. David wanted a simple burial in a place that is remote and will eventually become a wood. David was a marvellous may who I had only know for three years through our Men’s Shed. Living opposite a pub David enjoyed a beer and another tale of a rich and diverse life would be forthcoming David was 85 years young and a real shedder. He made the prototype wooden engine and coach we made for the Children’s Hospice at Ipswich. Ten units were built. David made the prototype using his wife’s rolling pin for the boiler and wheels from a garden fork handle sliced. Another project David led on was building an Art Deco style bar for a not for profit organisation that has a residential home for dementia patients. The idea it would bring back memories of yesteryear. Built without any plans the bar was magnificent, they even papered the corridor leading to the day room with brick paper to give residents a feel of walking down a a lane to their bar.
Returning to the funeral, open air, middle of nowhere, cold and muddy. 30 of us stood round the grave while a very moving and no religious funeral was conducted by a gentleman with a rich voice that related David’s life interspersed with family members giving memories. Love and laughter came over in this dank field that will have a small wooden plague giving his name and year he arrived and departed this earth. He was lowered into the ground with his red beret from days in the parachute regiment.
The whole service was very moving but left me thinking this is too remote and not for me. On returning home I told Jane that on no account was I to be left in a cold remote field when I’m gone.
Fortunately a positive outlook on life leaves me with a glass half full and the privilege of having know David.Recommend0 recommendationsPublished in