I survived. The day was cold but very sunny, the sort of day she liked. As we expected, the church was PACKED -the priests came out to greet us and said 'it's standing room only in there!' I managed the whole reading, did wobble a bit especially the last line 'love one another as I have loved you', but the worst bit was seeing the coffin going into the grave. In fact crying now just remembering it.
Several of my friends made a huge effort to be there (including one friend who came all the way from the Isle of Man!) which was lovely.
Definitely now starting to realise she's really gone and isn't coming back.
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