It went well! The weather was fabulous, the church was absolutely packed with people even having to stand at the back and a very lot of people came back to our house for tea and buns afterwards. It's an odd thing, but I actually enjoyed parts of it. If I ignore the fact that a lot of people were weeping when they spoke to me, it felt like our wedding day. It was the love, support and caring which did it.
The red nails made such a difference (I know I am sounding a little bit peculiar). Every time I looked down at these perfect red gel nails they gave me that little boost which helped me to keep myself together. There were tears, of course there were - but not the overwhelming painful ones which turning you have spoken of so eloquently. My grief is exactly as you describe it and the painful bits sneak up on me when I am not expecting them. I am sorry you experienced such awfulness so young, the enormity of it is hard to understand even at my age so in your early teens it must have been horrific.
And I LOVE that you painted some nails red in solidarity, really really love it. Red nails are my new coping mechanism; I'm glad I got gels done for the first time - they may even last a few days.
Lisa - I hope you're OK; do let us know won't you? And of course that MrL's blood tests are good too. I expect the old cow PAT has unpacked her bags and made herself at home by now.
MrsS - I'm glad you got your normal back again for a while. And even had wonderful weather for it too. We had a holiday booked for exactly the same reason and were due to go on the Friday after Mr D passed away - I took the roofbox off the car yesterday! I am so pleased that you got a lovely - and I understand the tears - weekend.
Thank you all for your support and kind thoughts - it must be especially hard for all of you to think about where I am and your sympathy and kindness is appreciated all the more for it. 
I must now head over to the wooly hug thread - I am utterly overwhelmed by the offer of a blanket, and even more overwhelmed by the number of people who are giving up their time for a complete bloody stranger to make it. Not sure how to express that when I get there, but I'll give it a go.