It was my mum's funeral yesterday and my dad, a retired vicar, took it. Eve though I don't go to church I was so proud of the way he held it together and gave a funny and moving account of her life. The only time he nearly lost it was describing mum's dream about going to meet our baby who died at 24 hours. There were about 130 people there. I wasn't close to my parents in many ways but am just so proud of my dad - I can't imagine ever doing anything that brave.