A Bus Called Grace
A eulogy for my Mum
2 min readJul 20, 2021
On 28 June family and friends congregated at a bus station called Stafford Crematorium where I gave the following eulogy.
Mum would have given you her last Rollo — she was the most selfless person I’ve ever met — but I recall a charity event which Mum felt she ought to contribute to. She found a birthday card she hadn’t used and wrapped it in cellophane. It would have…
