When someone great is gone

My dad, John Goodfellow, died on 6th August 2011 aged 1969.

He was a wonderful man, universally liked, and the best father my sister and I could have wished for.



As a result, M&I took an unscheduled trip back to the UK for the funeral (leaving the Bs with the in-laws; thanks Val). Obviously it was a very emotional week for all of the family, but it was also a wonderful to spend time with everybody at such a difficult moment.

The funeral itself was a great occasion. There were over 50 people there from all stages of Dad's life, from school to his final months at the care home. Most of us retired to the pub after the service and gave Dad a tremendous send-off. He would have had a splendid time.