Maureen Lewis

Nearing the end of what has been a very special year as Mayor of Wimborne Minster, my brothers and I very suddenly and without warning, lost our Mum on 14th March.

Having made so many friends through the year, I was so honoured that Reverand Rowland was happy to have the funeral service at the Minster, which she would have loved – the bells rang for her for half an hour before the 2:30hrs service.  She would have loved the Militia who came – and fired a shot at the end.  And she would absolutely have loved the Town Crier putting together a special cry just for her – which he did very clear and loud (you’d expect no less from Chris Brown).

Douch & Small were very good – thanks Amy.  And thanks to Tom Scrase who agreed to be discrete and take these photos for me.  I wanted to be able to look back, at times of shock – your memory can play tricks on you!  It has on my anyway – I have lost chunks of time (anyone know a good hypnotist?)!

The service was lovely and whilst naturally sad, it was definitely a celebration of her life.  My brothers and I each spoke about our Mum and Mollie, one of her grand daughters, spoke of behalf of all the Grandchildren.  My two youngest each played a piece on the piano for her (Mum loved listening to them practice).


After the service, there was a private committal at Poole Crematorium that Rev Rowland attended to finish the service.  That was tough.

We then went back to the Royal British Legion for the wake.

What a day, what a funeral, what a way to say good bye – she’d have loved it!