Saturday's Memorial Service was held at the Church to which Dad was attached from his birth.

My Paternal Grandparents were involved there from it's opening and although Grandpa died fairly young, Nan was a stalwart of the place for most of her life until she died just short of her 95th Birthday. Alice would have been 112 today, so Happy Birthday Nan.
We'd expected a fair few people to be present and asked that a pew be held for us on the side of the church which was good, because a combination of not wanting to be in place too early and my eldest daughter gettiing snarled up in traffic meant that we walked in pretty much spot on the 2 o'clock start time. We were sitting in the row that Dad always used, and adjacent to the small side area which is dedicated to the Boys' and Girls' Brigade. These two organisations formed a large part of both Mum and Dad's lives, and mine in my youth and early adulthood.
We sang the Boys' Brigade hymn, Underneath the Banner
heard memories of Dad collected by one Dad's friends, one of the local lay preachers.
The Mens Singing Group that Dad belonged to in Northampton sang Hand Me Down Your Silver Trumpet
more memories, mostly of his connection with Boys' Brigade and his involvement with them which started when he was 7yrs old and lasted for all his life.
This memory is from that moment in the service
In recent years he had been going away to camp with them and would take up his position on the sidelines of the daily sporting activity and lkeep score. One of the older lads had sat with him whilst waiting for his innings in rounders or whatever and been chatting with Dad and said to him
"Bill, you're the coolest old guy I know" pause
"No, Bill, you're just the coolest guy I know"
I'll write more about Boys' Brigade later maybe, it's sad to see it having diminished from it's strength when I was a teenager.
We continued with the hymn Great is Thy Faithfullness and concluded with another singing of Will Your Anchor Hold.
Prayers of thankfullness and appreciation were shared at various stages of the service and I know that Dad would have appreciated every moment of it. He had an unshakable faith in Christ and the manner of his parting was a reflection of his belief that death was not an ending. My own belief has been weakened by events and by people within a church (note lower case c), but seeing Dad over the last few weeks and months has changed me. It remains to be seen if that is for the better.