All around the country, we as a family felt that dull ache of sadness that he wasn't there any more and we were all a little bit glad when it was over.
But the highlight was the present that my mother handed to me in the middle of it all, surrounded by over excited children, a sea of wrapping paper, after a few too many glasses of champagne.
It came with a health warning, she told me.
And thankfully I was as I unwrapped her unexpected but totally wonderful gift.
This scarf, made up of pieces of all his old cashmere sweaters for which he was renowned. He was always a dapper dresser, wearing bright coloured sweaters, cords and socks.
She had one made for each of us - a brilliant and unique keepsake of a very colourful man.