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Mum picked out this poem to be read by yours truly at her funeral this week:

Afterglow by Helen Lowrie Marshall

I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.

I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.

I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,

Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.

I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;

Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.

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Our family has found many excuses to toast my mother’s memory recently. On the morning of her funeral, my son and I lifted one of her stylish tumblers with a tot of Highland Park whisky.

The warm glow had lifted my mum’s spirits many times during her battle with ill health. Scotch (the ordinary blended sort) was also her tipple of choice.

Sat around her dining table we clinked wine glasses and reminisced about happier times.