I went to Poly's funeral yesterday. I felt so sorry for her mother, small and frail and unutterably hurt by her daughter's early passing. Poly's daughter, who looks very like her Mum, sang an acapella version of You'll Never Walk Alone, for which the congregation joined her. She has a strong voice and she was very brave to do it.
I liked the priest, who didn't overpower anyone; he respected the fact that there were people there with a lot of different beliefs, all of whom loved Poly very much.
It was sunny and breezy, with an odd magic in the air.