My mother had six months to plan her funeral. As she said to Phil, whom she met for the first (and only) time at her last Christmas, “I’ve received my death sentence, you know.” As a near-to-introductory remark, it was quite a show-stopper. … The final decision she came to was to have her funeral service here and then be buried with Wilf in Wrentham. This was logical and really quite sensible, in its way. You know when you go to a funeral in a church and then are … …
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She left her heart…
