We had a wonderful "funeral" for Grandpa. I am putting that in quotation marks because it was a bit untraditional. We had a lakeside ceremony where my parents lived for 30 years. My brother and I read poems my father had written and we shared a memory. Of the 25 people there, most of them shared a memory, I read ones my own children had written, they were wonderful. We sang "How Great Thou Art" (Grandpa's favorite) and a big goose across the lake sang along with us! Then we launched a Viking Ship (toy boat) with a flickering electric candle and a flag with my Dad's initials on it into the lake. Each of us tossed in a yellow rose because my Dad was nuts about yellow and used to grow roses. The ashes were scattered from a plastic bag that was in a cardboard box! At the end we popped a bottle of champagne and toasted Grandpa.
After we went to a place called The Chicken Coop, isn't that a bizarre name? It was kind of a classy sports bar. Grandpa used to play cards there, and we had a dinner in a private room and played polka music which was his favorite. There were a few card players in another room that knew Grandpa so we went over and said hello.
Some people might be perplexed by the lack of tradition, but we actually loved it and my Uncle Don said, "Rollie would have been sorry he missed it." I can just imagine my Dad telling someone else about the ceremony and telling them, "It was just wonderful."