We're huge Lord of the Rings fans in these parts and the hobbits question Strider about "second breakfast," "elevenses," etc. When our menfolk and these males children want to eat again before you've washed the last dish, we all call it "second breakfast."
Jimi loved LOTR too. Due to his sons not being able to attend his service, we had another wee one Friday evening- Second Funeral. Rae asked was this going to onto to "elevenses." No, that will probably do it.
It was another beautiful breezy evening. We had supper together, then made our way to the creek. I don't think funeral director is a calling for me. I get rather pent up about keeping it light, or making in solemn, or saying too much, or not saying enough. I showed the boys his favorite place to sit and shared the memory of us sitting there together and him asking me if it would be okay if that was where he landed when his earthly time was finished.
I told them to some back to sit there anytime.
Handsome boys. The pride of their dad's life.