Today was Aaron's Pop's funeral. It was a lovely funeral and was run by the same funeral home that did Aaron and Noah's funerals. I didn't know the funeral directors but the one of them saw me and said 'oh Lisa, you shouldn't have to be at another one of these this year' so she obviously knew me and what had happened. The boys decided not to come with me as they said it would be too sad to go to another funeral. They didn't really know Pop very well anyway, but Harri has been very teary all week with it bringing up lots of feelings. Most days he's had a big cry over anything little, and when I ask him what is wrong he says 'I'm missing Daddy and Noah'.
I couldn't help but think how Aaron should've been one of the pall bearers as well. He shouldn't be six feet under greeting his Pop up there.
It was nice to see Aaron's sister Trudy again who flew down from Melbourne just for the day, and to also catch up with Aaron's nieces and step sister.
It was also lovely to catch up with Aaron's cousin Tracey and her family. I feel like I can never repay them for how they helped us to get our garden done, and it was so nice to see them all again.
I'm having a day when I'm not feeling so positive about things, and I'm sure that because I'm feeling sick it isn't helping my mental state very much (plus every now and then reality just hits you in the face). Hopefully in a few days I'll have some energy back. If it's quiet on here, you know I'm stuck lying on the couch trying to rest up while the boys run rampant! ;)