I was one of Granddad’s Pallbearers.
I don’t really see this as a big deal, after all, he’d been supporting me in one way or another for most of my life, so it seemed only right and fitting to return the favour.
But the look of swiftly concealed shock on the Head Bearer’s face when I stepped up was priceless. Given that I’m not exactly a shrinking violet though, as tall as Adam (Granddad’s Eldest Grandson, 4 years younger than me) and Robin (Uncle Ted’s Eldest Son, about the same age as my Mum) although Aiden (Youngest Grandson, 10 years younger than me) is a 6’5 bean pole, and I reckon I’m heavier than all three of them, with broad shoulders as well, it really wasn’t a problem.
He was far lighter than I’d expected as well, everyone was saying how heavy the coffin would be, but it wasn’t at all. It was a very easy lift all told, mind you, I was at the foot end. They really aren’t really designed for lifting either, you would think that they would put a groove in the bottom to assist with grip, but obviously, no-one has ever thought of that.
Still it went off without hitch. There were a great deal of people both Friends and Family, we played him in and out to the Charlton Athletic theme song “Red Red Robin”, and he had a Charlton Flag overhis Coffin. I cried quite a bit before we headed off to the service, (but the Big Box of Cry is still quite full), The Vicar was a lady called Brenda, Mum’s friend Peter give a good eulogy, Auntie Mary wore a very white blouse, and Pepe’s Cousins seemed inappropriate. One of them sat in Grandddad’s Chair at the Wake, and didn’t take the hint to move when we told her it was His Chair.
So, its nearly all done. Regarding the “physical” stuff, it’s just the Paperwork on Sunday. The Solicitor is sorting out all the Probate stuff for us, and I’m having a good natter with Mum on Sunday about Mortgages and Cousin Susan. We will need to get the Headstone updated, as he is sharing with Nanny, and I probably need to go see it once it is sorted this time.