The funeral was last Monday and I was the only person brave enough to get up and speak. I didn't think I would be able to get through it all, but I managed, even if my voice was a little shaky from crying. It was just such a personal thing that I didn't want the funeral director guy to say it for me, so I pushed through it. Here is what I said:
I used to get annoyed when mum and Luke said that I was like you. But now I see the similarities. I’ve inherited your pretty blue eyes, lack of height, hay fever and warped sense of humour. We are both stubborn, quiet, passionate (bordering on obsessive), emotional, hard working, giving and loving. On reflection, I am proud to be like you, because without these qualities I just wouldn’t be me.
The last few years have been hard and you haven’t seemed to be your usual self. I hope that away from all the worry and stress of this world you can be your true, happy self again. The man that cooked us gourmet breakfasts on the weekend and sat cross-legged on the floor playing video games until all hours of the morning. The man that parked his brand new Harley in the middle of our dining room just so he could polish and admire it every chance he got and who dreamt of taking this same bike over to America to participate in the Sturgis rally. You may not have made it over there, but this bear is going to go over there in your memory to see the sights of South Dakota and have a drink with some new friends.
It is still hard to believe that you are gone; I will miss you and love you always,