So, a couple of weeks ago a friend of mine asked me if i would be so kind as to do their dad's funeral. It was my pleasure to do it for them. Having chatted to my friend and had phone conversations with one of their sisters and supported them through what arrangements they needed to do and things to think about, I later in the week met with the other sister and discussed how everything was going to be delivered. Today was the day the service was delivered.
It was not until the very end, having had the humour comments throughout and some personal tributes recalled by myself about their dad the closing music started. Found myself wishing the Funeral Conductor would hurry up back in to the service hall and take a bow with me, so I could leave and open the exit door . For no other reason than to recompose myself before the family walked out. I actually could feel myself about to shed a few tears. It suddenly dawned on me and i realised, that I knew them too and this was my first funeral I have done that I knew the person myself too.
The feedback after was epic.