I got a flight for 5.30pm on Saturday, and Mum dropped me at the airport. As I was waiting in the smoking lounge, I got a call from Juanita saying that Dad had died in the early morning. Heather had sent an email but I hadn't checked it before I left.



I arrived in Toronto at quarter to nine in the evening, and Shawna and Neil picked me up. We went direct to Heather's apartment where I'm staying for the moment. It's a bit crowded now, as Shawna and Neil are on the futon, Joy is sleeping with Heather and Signe Watson has just arrived from Barbados and is in the 2nd bedroom, so I got the sofa bed last night.



We went to the funeral home yesterday. Dad had asked for a closed coffin, which made things a bit more relaxed I guess. Most of the family there were on Aunty Olive's side, all the Fletchers had arrived from Barbados - Aunty Mags, Uncle Robbie, another Robbie who I hadn't met before (Aunty Olive's youngest brother's son...), and I met Uncle Ben & Aunty Grace's two other daughters, Pam and Ruth. There were also lots of older people, probably friends from Dad's church. Lots of people who knew of me and wanted to meet me, who I had not known about before.



The funeral is today at 1pm, followed by the service and the reception.





More later as I get the chance to write.

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