David's funeral took place on a beautiful winter's day. I remember the bells ringing out as we drove behind the hearse. It was David's dearest wish to have the bells rung for his funeral and I can still not keep my eyes dry as I couldn't then. I could almost see David grin at the very moment. His beloved bells rung especially for him. I remember the graveyard full of early flowers; the snow drops and crocusses and an early daffodil. It was often that David spoke with proud of the graveyard and it's beauty in spring. I never thought I'd see it on an occasion like this. But the flowers did him proud. I remember the people, so many people that came. Far more than David would ever have imagined. It would so have pleased him to see so many of his old workmates and dear friends and all the people from his childhood. So many people I had never met or knew, but they were all there and it touched my heart. What touched me most was that David's district nurse turned up. The curch full of people and flowers, full of colour, tears and laughter. I remember the little lights we lit in memory of David. So many lights, so many memories. I remember walking to the graveside, letting go and putting earth on the grave. A bit of a blur. People say the heartshaped balloon went up beautifully, but I can't remember. I remember the stabbing pain, the realisation that no longer I could hold him in my arms. But I also remember the peace and joy that fighting was over, that time had come for both of us to carry on...