So today was my grandad’s funeral. If you didn’t see my previous post I was having second thoughts about carrying my grandad’s coffin.

Everyone’s comments and advice so was so helpful, and I really appreciate everyone taking the time to read and offer support. Thank you.

So I thought I’d give you all an update to say I did it! The funeral was really hard. Seeing my nan and mum so upset was hard. I did get emotional. But I still did it. I carried the coffin, and I’m so glad I did. It was a really nice moment, even if I didn’t do it quite right but that doesn’t matter!

I also gave my speech. I had lots of people come up to me and say it was good and filled with great memories, so I’m so pleased it did what it was meant to do.

But what really struck me was how many people turned up. We thought they’d be 30 people but 80 came, including people my grandad used to know from the gym and the nurses from the care home that he was in. It just shows what a great man he was and made me feel extra privileged to be able to carry on his memory and legacy as his grandson.

I will always love you grandad, and will always try and make you proud in everything I do 🧡