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We celebrated my MiLs life yesterday, a small funeral attended by her immediate and extended family, and a handful of friends. The flowers were yellow, her favourite colour. I saved a rose from the coffin for my niece, her granddaughter. My SiL and I both did readings, and I spent much of the time leading up to mine practising the word solemnity. It's a word my tongue and brain stumble over. The funeral was followed by a get-together in one of the city's colleges. Sandwiches and cake, hot drinks or cold. Alcohol if required. Long-dead people glared down from their frames and the rug tried to cause physical damage on at least eight occasions. And then we came home.