The funeral..

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We planned the funeral. The days flew by before it.

The day before i spent running around trying to find something to wear and make the photo board. My best friend was with me the whole day and I’m very lucky for that. If you knew Pete you will know he had a huge love for kfc so it only seemed right that we went and got kfc and raised a chicken leg to him the night before❤️

I went in the funeral car with petes family, it was horrible. Silence and sobs. All of us.

The funeral service was beautiful, my best friend sat and held my hand throughout, I’m not a crier but i couldn’t stop.

The only few times Pete had ever spoken about his funeral was in silly ways. He told me he wanted me to put fireworks in with him so he went out with a bang. He wanted burn baby burn as one of the songs etc. Very very typical Pete 🙄

Unfortunately your not allowed fireworks put in….

I should also say, Pete used to wear a T shirt with baslager on it with a denim short sleeved shirt on top, where the shirt hung all you could read was slag… So this is how we asked the funeral directors to dress him ❤️he would of liked that.

We chose a couple of oasis songs, and you’ve got a friend in me from toy story. Pete was a huge fan of both.

I know alot of people came to the funeral but I feel like I barely saw anyone. All I remember is walking out and freaking out cause I couldn’t see my mum.

The wake was nice, I really don’t like the word wake, it seems ironic. Petes nieces called it party for Pete and I much prefer that ❤️

It was lovely and we all spent alot of time talking about Pete and listening to each others stories and memories. Me and petes sister ended up going down Poole Quay for drinks with some of his friends afterwards. That was hard. But I know Pete would of been glad that we did.

I don’t think the funeral could of gone any better, it just breaks my heart that Pete would never have thought so many people loved and cared enough to come for him. From an outsider you would never of known how insecure and how little he thought of himself.

My beautiful man. I miss him more and more each day. Everyone said it was gonna get harder before it gets better, there so right 💔

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Published by smileeeehannah

I’m Hannah. I started this blog when I was 27, about 5 years ago just after losing my fiancé to suicide. It helped me to write about everything and all my feelings at the time. My hope is that it may help others who have been in similar positions themselves. It’s very raw and very honest but I think that’s very important. It’s the one thing I needed in the early grief stages and people are never as honest about how hard it’ll be at the time. Please remember, if you find yourself in a similar position or know someone who is there are many professionals you can contact. I will link below a website, if you enter your postcode it’ll give you all local options for help. https://hubofhope.co.uk ❤️

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