Bad News from my rl

I didn’t go to the funeral. I have been to one funeral after Kane died and couldn’t control my tears and knew I could never go to another one again. The only funeral I’ll ever go to is my own when that time comes.

Some close family met here at my place. Eric’s youngest daughter Erica ironed an Iron Cross flag they had made to drape over the coffin. Eric was into WW2 aviation since one of his uncles was in the German air force in WW2 and was shot down over Russia…now his son is a pilot as well. Two daughters are marine biologists. Erica is my favourite since lately we have had much to do with her….

The funeral started at the funeral directors and between 150-180 showed up. They played the Blues Brothers music and Verity James led the service claiming that the service was the most unusual she ever attended. She is an ABC radio and TV personalty and apparently did a fantastic job of it. My stepfather said it was the up there with the top 3-4 funerals he ever went to. After the service and speeches, everyone was ushered into a room and given neat shots of Glen Fiddich whiskey…the women either coughed or passed it on to the men. Kurt was upset the women never got an opportunity to have an alternative sweet liqueur. From there they took the body in the back of a Ford GT ute [Eric once had one] and held a private ceremony for the immediate family at the Fremantle Crematorium. Everyone met down at East Fremantle’s “Left Bank” hotels for drinks into the later night.

She is a Botticeli angel….

Today his ashes will be thrown at sea at Port Beach, Fremantle…that is also a private family occasion.

The Left Bank…