Emma, lovely Emma
I know by the hugs, the fights, the tears, the touches that you loved your mum passionately. Emma, by the same token you leave a great hole in Linda's heart. A mother's loss is indescribable but, Linda, through our own grief our thoughts are with you today. But there are such memories, such joys still, to live on through everything, Emma, you left behind. Look
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problem with your latest thing is
. Emma always there, always
ahead, always pushing the limits. Always pushing our limits. Always, thankfully,
pushing my limits. Raymond Carver wrote the poem 'Late Fragment' when he knew that he was dying of cancer: And
did you get what Emma, you were beloved. Emma, you are beloved by us all on this earth. But please be tolerant of us here today. We celebrate your life. We take great joy in that. But we miss you still. We miss your voice, we miss your texts, we miss your smiles. Emma you are beloved by us all. Now, for ever young and beautiful, forever a life we celebrate.
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