It was a lovely day, just as I would have wanted, they said. Not a cloud in sight and the blue sky was illuminating a twinkle in the tears that were being shared around the court yard of the crematorium. I looked around the room filled with familiar faces, ‘Not a bad turn out’ I thought to myself.

Mum’s there doing the usual, making sure people have enough drinks and a copy of the service. She must have asked the same people three times if they want anything else to drink, even though ...


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