The Saddest of Days

We gathered to say farewell to a beautiful, talented young woman, just 19.

This poem was read, written by Tzara, who lost his friend Apollinaire in his late 30s. Beautiful music by Chopin, Mozart, and from The Grand Budapest Hotel. I shall always think of her when I watch that wonderful film. A favourite of hers.

The most perfect drumming at the end, recalling the family's recent "Perfect Day".

I shall never forget her smile.