The final was his wife, best friend and partner of sixty years speaking with love and directly from her heart.
There was not a dry eye in the place.
As we left the reception afterwards I walked back to the car with my daughters, one in arms, one held tightly by the hand. We walked down the drive and passed the space by the side of the road where the tide had brought the water in, the air hazy and sweet. The waves tumbled in to meet the rocky shore. He was there in every single heart, with his loving family, I am sure.
|photo courtesy of the Brightwater Club, "Heather's photos"|