A short poem called “Remember Me” By Antony Dowson Which I (Anthony, eldest son) think sums up my mother, how she would speak to and comfort us if she was here and how she would like her family and friends to remember her:- “Speak of me as you have always done. Remember the good times, laughter, and fun. Share the happy memories we’ve made. Do not let them wither or fade. I’ll be with you in the summer’s sun and when the winter’s chill has come. I’ll be the voice that whispers in the breeze. I’m peaceful now, put your mind at ease. I’ve rested my eyes and gone to sleep, but memories we’ve shared are yours to keep. Sometimes our final days may be a test, but remember me when I was at my best. Although things may not be the same, do not be afraid to use my name. Let your sorrow last for just a while. Comfort each other and try to smile.”