On 27th August 2006 my mother passed away after a short illness. Her funeral took place on 4th September, and I was asked to say a few words. This is the speech I made at my mother's funeral, and it recieved a standing ovation from the 600 people that were there, and I've been asked for a copy of it by just about everyone I've spoken to since. So I figured I may as well put it up here so everyone can read it whenever they like.

Spawny

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First off, I just want to say that I'm not very good at public speaking, and I know you all want to get to the pub, so I plan to keep this pretty short.

How do I sum up the person my mum was in just a few words?

I've thought long and hard about this, and got absolutely nowhere, no matter how much I tried. The truth is, there is no way to describe the kind of person my mother was, whether I use a hundred words, or a million, I'll still come up short.

She means something different to each and every one of us here today, and the many people that for various reasons were unable to make it here. She was, first and foremost, a wonderful mother, the best friend anyone could ever wish for, a great licensee, and a truly grand woman. She was there for everyone, and even right up to the end she was doing her best to help us, choosing to go in the middle of a four day music festival, yet passing away on Sunday lunchtime, when she knew the pub would be quiet.

She never, at any point in her life, worried or thought about herself. Always it was other people who came first, and she showed so much love and affection to so many people, it's hard to believe that one woman was capable of so much. She was there for everyone she knew, at all times, day or night, no matter what, and that's what made her such a special person.

Whether it be battling to get the Northern Quarter recognised and upgraded, helping a friend through personal problems, or just dealing with Oldham Street drunks with coolness and efficiency, she never flinched or swayed from what she had to do, and what she believed in. Her thoughts were always about how to make things better for other people, and never how to take advantage of any situation for herself.

I'm honoured, truly, to be able to stand here and call such a wonderful lady my mother, but the truth is, she never really was. She was my best friend, a better friend than anyone could ever have hoped for or expected, especially a sarcastic, obnoxious, git like me! By virtue of birth, yes, she was my mother, but really, she was YOUR mother, not mine, mother to everyone she ever met, whether they were younger or older than her, and that's what, in my opinion, made her such a special person.

If there was one phrase that I think could apply to each and every person in this room right now, one sentence that we would all want to use as a way of saying goodbye, it's this one…….

Thank you, for loving me.