The day went as I had hoped, everything we had planned was perfect. I know that Aunt Della would say we made too much fuss, too many flowers or too much food, but I wanted to make sure she was remembered, that all that came would say I had done a good job for her. I didn’t want to fail in my last task for her. I missed her terribly, and this was my chance to show her that, show those who knew her that I loved her. Show them just how much she had meant to me. She has done so much for me over the years, this was my chance to do something for her. I wanted to do it well. And I think I had, with the help of my friends.
The small church near to our home had been full of her friends, former colleagues and neighbours too. Aunt Della was clearly a much loved lady. So many lovely things were said
