Thank you all for your thoughts.
It's done.
Incredibly hard at first. Waiting in the street with all the neighbours standing opposite. I cried a lot then the hearse arrived and I totally broke down. The slow drive to the church where I found lines of my workmates had turned out and the church packed with people who's lives she had touched. I couldn't pick out a face in the crowds it was all a blur.
The service went well, varied between sad and funny moments especially the eulogy by my eldest, we left the church to the sound of wig wam bam by the sweet, a song she always used to dance to at parties. The graveside service was really short which I was thankful for.
Then the nibbles. The club I booked managed to display the photos I prepared for the digital frame on a big screen which looked good. My youngest daughter had also prepared large display boards with photos from her life which was a nice touch. That part was easier than I thought.
Then home, to an empty house.
Feeling better? Not really but another day got through, something I didn't want to do out of the way and, hopefully, another step forward.