It was yesterday. A grim, wet and miserable day, there was sadness, reflection, tears and a lot of laughs. Over 300 people attended. Mostly his friends. Every one of those I spoke to said basically the same thing. He was a grumpy, growly owd bugger on the outside, but get past that and he was a gentleman underneath. 26 years in the raf. Time served cabinet maker before that. Truck driver and chaffeur on the proffesional golf circuit afterwards. Dad, grandad, brother and uncle ( often known as uncle ron at work). I have heard it said and believe it to be true that whileever a man is remebered with love, he never reallly dies. Our Ron must be just about immortal. I remember the arguments we had. I remember we were at opposite ends of the political spectrum. I remember crying on his shoulder at times. I remember getting my first ride on the back of a motorbike with him. I remember he welcomed my step daughters and wife without reservation. I remember him telling me about his wife's son who was adopted out before they met and when he found his mum,all ronnie said was I got an extra son. I'll thank my missus for helping me through the day, as i thank our girls Amy and Zoe for being there for their uncle ron. And i thank you lot and my lovely friends in AA for helping me do what I couldn't do alone. Lots of love from the grumpy ol bstrd in scotland.