Remembering Gunilla

The event of the day, at the crematorium in Elvas (just over an hour away). Mike read the tribute that Bengt and Fredrik had written (you can see them on the front row), and I got Eileen to read a poem (Remember Me, by Margaret Mead). Think it went quite well, though how does one know, really??

Gratefuls:
- Carlos, our friend, the funeral director, being so lovely (and taking this photo)
- Mike’s driving; I slept badly and, after wine, literally could not keep my eyes open on the way back
- that it’s over, a weight lifted