Sixteen years ago today my Mum was stolen from us unexpectedly.

Her name was Sandra but she preferred Sandy. She was a warm, caring and gentle lady, a devoted wife and a placid, encouraging parent.  She was intuitive, supportive and generous and she also had a scintillating sense of humour.  My Mum was completely selfless and when it came to arranging her funeral many more people attended than we imagined simply because she’d touched their lives with kindness in a way they wouldn’t forget.

A number of misfortunes contributed to her death but the thief of always was breast cancer and if hate was not such a negative emotion I’d hate breast cancer for all eternity for taking my Mum and widowing my darling Dad.  Instead I leave a tribute and I think she’ll like it.