It is the end of the day. We are nearly there. The funeral arrangements have had a sudden enforced change, but we have enough sorted out to feel confident. Mother’s good friend had been working on the first date we had for the funeral which changed within twenty-four hours. Somehow, none of us told him until today. He was going to speak, but now he cannot attend as he goes away on holiday the day before. He and I had a long chat tonight. I don’t think we can arrange an external TV link, but he is going to talk to the minister so that his notes can be part of the minister’s address.Not ideal, but it will mean he is part of the service even though he cannot be there.
Tomorrow, I am heading East by train. I shall see Mother for one last time. Her coffin was delivered today. Her hair will be tidy. She should be dressed in her clean pyjamas, her favourite dressing gown with the little sheep, warm socks, and with her white teddy bear to keep her company.
I have the lavender candles ready to give to the minister, though I still need to write my card to go with the flowers. When I come home I shall work on what I am going to say in my tribute. I know the poem I am going to read. It is one Aunt, the carers, nephew and I have read to her many many times. It would be nice if people join in when they remember the words, so we can hear each other’s voices, especially in the refrain: I’ll always love you, no matter what.