Funeral ...

I went to the funeral of the Security guard from work who passed away last week.

The Boss put on a bus, and we travelled to Woranora (?sp) cemetery for the service. It was held at one of the Chapels there. I stood with a large group outside. I signed the guest book. There were so many people from work there. It was a very dignified service put on by White Lady funerals. A lovely recorded song played while the coffin was bought in from the hearse and placed on a stand in the Chapel. A pair of his golf sticks were leant against it with his straw hat.

Members of the family spoke about him, and the lady from White Lady funerals spoke very eloquently. A family man whose life was his family especially his grandchildren. He was a keen punter and golfer. Infact, he died playing golf. But a lovely man, very much the definition of a gentleman.

Afterwards, the family and their friends went to Bankstown Trotting Club, but we all went back to work. There was wine and nibblies back at work. Later, this afternoon the Boss bought a couple of cakes for us to pig out on.

I was glad that I went.