Whatever capacity you knew Mary in, you have paused your daily routines today to acknowledge the thoughts and feelings that arise when faced with death. However, sadness is not the only emotion. Mary's life has touched each of you, so remember her with kindness, warmth, fond memories, love, and gratitude for all that knowing Mary has brought into your life.

Ally left school at 14, and it was no surprise to anyone that he joined his father and became a farmer; it was in his blood, and it was something he never grew tired of. As a teenager, Ally was a handsome, cheeky chap with a smart suit and a styled quiff, and it was at a local dance, he caught Wendy's eye. They became sweethearts and soon married; it must have been love because Wendy persuaded Ally to leave his beloved Cambridgeshire to go to Suffolk on honeymoon. Throughout their marriage, Wendy managed to drag Ally away from the farm on a few occasions, even going on holiday abroad...to Yorkshire.

Mike was one of the original hippies, wearing flared jeans and flowery shirts and growing his hair long, much to the despair of his parents. He was always a fashionista and was never seen without one of his trademark hats; some can be seen here on his coffin, a very fitting tribute for Mike.

Although Mike loved life, he often found the trappings of a conventional lifestyle challenging, and his idea of a work-life balance was far more play and a lot less work; this meant he spent his adult life moving from job to job, never really settling down, never getting married and not seeing his family as often as they would have liked. However, everyone looked forward to seeing him at Christmas. He often turned up with one of his many guitars, instigating a family singalong; Santana’s “Black Magic Woman” was a family favourite.

Welcome to this beautiful part of England on this glorious sunny day. My name is Kerrie, and I am honoured to have been asked by Ruby, Edward, and Tim to join you in scattering Joy’s ashes today.

Joy’s funeral was held at Manchester Crematorium last April, and it is lovely to see so many of you here again today. A warm welcome to those who couldn’t attend the funeral; having you with us today is wonderful.

Joy's funeral was a time for us all to reflect on the kind, contented lady she was, her love of the outdoors, and her joy in being a mum and grandma. It was a true celebration of her life. Her passion for farming, baking, and anecdotes about her timekeeping at funerals were remembered. Although it was a sad occasion, Joy's love for her family and life shone through, making it a heartfelt tribute to the kind, happy lady she was. Her family and friends were at the heart of Joy's funeral service, and I would now like to invite Fiona to read a poem. Fiona has adapted this poem by Ron Tranmer to express friendship and how she misses their chats in the garden. Fiona knows that her life was made richer by knowing Joy and being able to call her a friend.

The Broken Chain Ron Tranmer

Ruby and Edward, would you like to scatter Joy’s ashes?

We release them to this ground, in this special place that meant so much to her and her husband, Tim. Remember all that she meant to you, and as you say your goodbyes, cherish the love and joy she brought to your lives.

In the future, you will hold on to your memories and recall Joy's smile, thinking of her here in his happy place, surrounded by the things she loved most: the earth, the plants, the smell of freshly mown grass, the sound of the wind in the trees, and the birds flying majestically overhead.

I hope that today has brought you some comfort, and I will leave you all here with your thoughts and memories. This is a special place for you all to come and celebrate Joy, your wife, mum, Grandma and friend.