We had our little service, and we were asked to mention anything or anybody that we wanted to pray for - so about 15 people prayed for you last night. At the end of the service, "Lord of the Dance" was sung, which had me dissolving...it was sung at Ian's funeral. Still, quite a few had been there on the day, so they knew what was going on!

When my dad first died, it was the humourous memories that came to the fore: like when I got married, and the vicar asked Ian and I to move up to the altar. I couldn't glide gracefully, as my dad had the edge of his foot on my very long veil! He had a tremendous sense of humour, and I'd like to think he was sending me these to cheer me up.

Someone gave me a verse, and it's lovely. I'll send it to you.

Andrea