I went to a beautiful and incredibly moving service in celebration of the life of a young woman called Emily on Friday. After weeks of dark gloomy rain-sodden days how right that the day should dawn with rare clear skies and brilliant sunshine. It was standing room only, we sang our hearts out and I am surprised the roof stayed on the church.
Emily had been born nineteen years ago with a very complex cardiac anomaly and I had the privilege of being the family's health visitor for the five years until Emily started school. Living the fullest and happiest of lives despite countless hospital stays and operations, Emily had just left school, passed her driving test and got her place at university...as her mum said so eloquently, Emily was ready to fly, when sadly the final battle with her health began last summer.
Hearts go out to Emily's family, many of us have been right alongside every update on Facebook, and you realise how clever and good social media can be in keeping people 'together' and thinking of someone in that way. But what a lovely idea to give us each a bag containing nineteen daffodil bulbs, one for each year of Emily's life, as we left the church, how perfect that there will a special place in so many gardens that will be forever Emily.