Welcome back :hug:My husbands funeral was also unconventional,he was an unconventional person,His hearse was a campervan and I was in it not behind him but there was a convoy of camper vans,because those people were our friends.Then there were some motorbikes bringing up the rear.We had poems and readings about him,and his daughter had recorded a song she wrote for him.We had a big piece of quartz that all of us had spent some time holding while thinking of our happy memories.Me and his son sealed the memory's in the river then we broke pieces off and invited friends to take a piece each home.There is a piece on a close friends grave who died just before him,a piece hidden in a notch in a cliff in wales that is still there,I check every year.Pieces in other peoples gardens.We had daffodils and after the service we walked down to the river and everyone floated one down. The idea behind that was that we didn't want the children who were there to have a last memory of it being coffins and tears and of course with kids and water its always fun.I still send daffodils every year,and his grandkids send things too him too. Little notes,sticks,feathers all sorts so even though it is supposed to be like a last way of honouring them,by doing things that fit it can be the beginning of a different way of doing that.The big piece of quartz that wasn't Brocken sits next too my bed and a smaller piece travels everywhere with me so I can fill it with new memorys.
So in my long winded way I,m trying to say is that even though it feels like a final act and people do vanish,the bond between you is never Brocken.