My dad's cremation was... weird.
He didn't want a ceremony. So the hearse was to draw up in the crematorium car park, we pay our respects, they take him in.
In the event it was just me and my friends, at half past 8 on a cold and wet morning in Banbury. The rest of my family didn't turn up.
My dad's only send off was his estranged trans daughter and her three friends, at least all of whom knew him.
Just when I think my family can't top their previous performance, they surpass themselves.
In one sense it was fortunate, I didn't have to inteeact with them after all. So a big stress event, averted. I had more than one contingency escape plan at the ready in case thimgs took a turn for the worse, turned out I didn't need them.
