We had the funeral yesterday. It was lovely in so far as funerals go. I read out a poem, everyone said i was very brave doing it, I didn't feel very brave...I slipped up at one point and skipped a line... Grandad had a lovely coffin. When the hurse turned up outside my Grandma's house where we were waiting...I cried. There were dozens more people then i had expected. It was rather heartwarming to see how many people cared. It only lasted half an hour, for which i'm glad: I couldn't have kept it together much longer. But all the same, i still think he was worth so much longer. There was a football floral arrangement; he was a professional footballer at one point. He was also a great Star Trek fan, so, as the curtains drew shut over the coffin, we had the original tune playing. A brilliant coincidense occured: as the curtains shut finally, the song came to an end. It almost reminds me of a play...I only wish it was just that.

I'm very upset to say it isn't. I'm not too sad though; I had practised this scene a thousand times since he died. And...I don't quite think i've accepted it yet.

Uncle Adam gave a lovely speach. he talked about how, although he wouldn't have gone out of his way to do it, how he would've loved to go and explore space like they did in Star Trek. He then mentioned the star. The night he died, i stood in the back garden, looked up at the stars and i saw the very same star he talked of...There was only that star that night...Uncle Adam then pointed how, in the end, he did achieve and boldly went where no man has gone before.

He has been beamed up to a better place...I think that's how it goes. Another of Grandad's friends gave a speech as well...I can't quite imagine my grandad going skiing...I can imagine the part where he skiied off the edge of the mountain and the part where he took the crotch out of his ski-suit on a log, only just missing something slightly more vital...It was a very nice funeral.

Michael Kimberley: died 24/6/09.

Aged 71.
Finally at peace, but forever in our hearts.