So...today was the day of the funeral. Something I have only ever been to once before, and that was when my Grandad died, so it was a very emotional day and I can only remember snippets of it.

Lots of people turned out to the funeral, including family who had driven up from the south this morning and over 20 from his work. We went to the funeral parlour before the service, and his mum, estranged wife and eldest child went in to see him for one last time.

When we arrived at the crematorium, there were so many people there, and then utter, utter silence as the coffin was lifted out of the hearse.

The order of service included a couple of pictures of him as a child and on his last holiday - cue a tear in my eye, and in many others, but the thing that really got everyone crying was the letters that the three kids had written to their daddy :( Very sad indeed.

The most awful bit was at the end of the ceremony as the three children each lay a white rose on their dad's coffin, and then the wife, parents, grandmother and brother all filed past and out - really horrible moment.

Anyway, that is it. Done. Not a very nice day, and still no answers to be known. A diary was discovered but gives no hints as to how he was feeling in the run up to his death.

A tragic time, and only time will help things heal.