And so he’d buried his dad. Shattered, Vince switched off the bedside light, eerie darkness causing a shiver.
 Relieved his wake speech went well, he wondered how he’d cope. Where was dad now? So much vitality, dispersed.
 Suddenly he was engulfed by surreal warmth. Paradoxically he froze, then soon realised the overwhelming love therein. 
 ’Dad?’
 Col Bury