Out of all those in the room she chose me.
She gave me a name, an identity, helped me become the man I am today and for that I am eternally grateful.
She was a kind and gentle woman who loved to laugh, loved to dance, sing, whistle...loved life really.
Not many words for a woman so great, but that's the way she would have wanted it-without much fuss.
Today she would be unhappy if there were tears. She would want a celebration of her memory, laughter at all the good times and a smile for one who had a caring and giving heart then any I've ever known.
To more than just me she was Mum and she will be missed.
Today we still smile, but we laugh a little less, dance a little slower, and somehow the song does not seem so sweet.
There is a void that time must now heal.
With much love your foot print will always remain and your legacy will continue to shine in the man that is your son.