I’ve just got home after a long day, most of it behind the wheel, attending Dave’s funeral together with a cluster of other beekeepers as well as Dave’s family of course. I have poured myself a Guinness from the bottle and calculate that, over the last decade or so, Dave and I must have got through well over 100 each of pint bottles of that beverage at the Cock at Gormanston. They ran dry on several occasions until Dave contacted them in advance to let them know we were coming.
Having found the Crematorium by my gps and parked, I had to find the right group. I saw somebody bearded, bespectacled and balding in the distance so knew I was warm. Soon there was a cluster of us all looking alike (apart from Sandra Unwin who must have felt quite out of place). Peter Edwards looks a lot more like me than my own brother does! Simon Rees turned up at about the same time as Dave, who narrowly avoided being late for his own funeral.
We filed into the Crem, family at the front, beekeeping rabble at the back. Dave came in in his box with a large floral bee on top. The MC said a few words, having researched about Dave on the internet, and then handed over to Roger Patterson who read the eulogy. Roger is taking over Dave’s website at his request. As there was nobody taking names of those in attendance and no book for condolances, I have suggested to Roger that he adds a page to the site for that purpose.
Technical trouble! There was a power cut so the usual dramatic conveyance of the coffin out of sight to a becurtained inner sanctum couldn’t take place and we filed out past the coffin to the sound of ‘The Flight of the Bumble Bee’. Looking more closely at the floral bee, I don’t think Dave would have approved of the wing veins, or of the yellow stripes!
He’s gone but not forgotten. I think I’ll open another bottle.