The end of an era at Kensmyth Alpaca, Clay Meadow – goodbye Daddy

What can I say? Funerals are horrendous at the best of times but wearing masks and the congregation unable to sing took it to a whole new level. Thank you to my friend for coming to look after the animals in my absence to attend my Fathers funeral.

It was a beautiful send off and he would have been proud so many felt so strongly for him and loved him. My brother spoke about how his daughter will remember him as she is now older and was a reason to live for when my other brother died seventeen years ago..

But it saddened me listening to him, to be reminded that my own grand daughter will not remember my Father, her Grandfather because she is so tiny still.

Perhaps when one reads words out loud to an audience, one should reflect on how ones own happiness can bring sorrow to another..

My eldest son, father of my grand daughter must have felt wretched to be reminded so poignantly that his own daughter will not know my father or remember him as my brothers will.

Perhaps I am just distraught for all of them as I miss him so terribly as does my Mother.

Below, bless her is my granddaughter waving goodbye to my Father, her grandfather she will not remember.. God bless.. we will tell her what a wonderful man he was..