Well, I'm afraid I blubbed.
Was fine on the morning, other than not having slept much the night before. I walked to the crematorium and was fine. Walked around the place with the curiosity of a tourist and was fine until the coffin arrived. And then I welled-up. And after that I just sobbed. Not from any thoughts about my mum that I could specify, or thought at all really. I just did.
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