My tribute to Mum on her final journey. Mum you are an inspiration to us all; you fought so bravely for so long. Suffering as you have the last couple of years, but always fighting and smiling through. I loved to see you smile. As you sat in your chair id torment you, picking your nose, picking you up by your ears, feeling you boobies – you hated that. Ive had a good feel this morning, you couldn’t stop me today. You’d look at me and just sweetly say, stop it (sometimes something a little stronger). Coming in from work will never be the same again, the smile that welcomed me was worth a fortune. Id put my finger by your mouth and you’d bite it if you where in a good mood. I always knew if you weren’t, I didn’t get bite. It wouldn’t last for long though and you’d soon be biting me. All good fun, apart from the time you did it with your false teeth in. I sometimes wonder how you put up with me. Only the week before you sat up your garden giving me orders, what flowers went where, what was a weed and what was a flower. You had Dad up and down the garden path with endless cups of tea. You just sat there and laughed. We loved seeing you sat there. Someone came to our house last week and, they had seen the verses in the newspaper. It had to be you, there’s only one Nellie and Harold they said. They are so right, there is and only ever will be one Nellie and Harold. Where one went the other followed. George and Mildred, Jack and Vera, Nellie and Harold. Two peas in a pod. Tash and Jayne would catch you both having a cuddle on your bed in a morning, having your oats I think they called it. Mum we were all so proud of you when you started walking again, something a lot of people thought you wouldn’t do. You proved them wrong, little did we know what was round the corner. I could talk all day about you mum, but your horses are probably pooing all over the carpark – Oh I do hope so, a final gift from you, their doors well and truly open.