Journey's End

We held a very informal and intimate funeral service for Mum at a lovely little chapel behind the bullring in Benalmádena pueblo.

There were a couple of tear-jerking poems, some stories by my older brother, me and my two nieces and some of Mum's favourite songs.

Done and dusted in under half an hour and now we are back at her apartment partying up large.

Just what Mummy would have liked most.

Perfect.