As we where sitting in the little church in Limhamn, listening to the fairy like sound of the flute carrying the celtic prayers up to God in heaven, the sun kissed the church as wave after wave of sunshine rolled over us like a tide. We where enveloped in the love of God as he bathed us in heavenly light making the notes of the music pluck the strings of our hearts and our spirits sared in a final farewell of our beloved grandmother.
We remembered, laughed and we cried. She would have loved every minute of it.
Fare thee well Marian, I hope we meet again!
