I went to have a last private chat with Louey before what she called her "Leaving do" on Wednesday.
My last memory of her was when I turned in the hospice corridor to see her sitting on the edge of her bed blowing kisses. I didnt want to blurr that memory and so visited her in her closed coffin.
It was immensely cathartic I talked to her out loud, and in my head I could hear her responses, making me giggle  out loud too.

It has been so difficult for us all trying to assimilate the fact that she's gone. But she would be glad that we all gather round her kitchen table to laugh and cry over her stories.

My task for today is to finish her eulogy....the difficulty is that there is too much to say....not too little.

Lou asked me to spend some time with her old boss who was a dear friend to her  but I've only met her once. We're meeting for coffee this morning. Hearing new Lou stories will be a treat.