IN A blaze of white and pink Emma Cromey’s loved ones said an elegant goodbye to her.
The 32-year-old mum of two, from Havant, died at The Rowans Hospice on October 1 following a year-long battle with cervical cancer, surrounded by her family.
And it was her family’s wish that her funeral at Portchester Crematorium yesterday be a celebration of her vibrant life.
They asked mourners to wear an item of pink clothing – her favourite colour. And the majestic white horse-drawn carriage bore a pastel pink and yellow Tinkerbell coffin.
Even the horses wore pink and white feathers on their headdress and little pink ribbons.
Celebrant Deborah McGregor told mourners how Emma had married her partner Luke on August 14, her birthday, to the delight of their children Philip, 11, and eight-year-old Grace.
She said: ‘Emma was a natural mother and loved the experience of motherhood.
‘She loved horse shows and music and a good boogie. She was a very sociable person.
‘I asked her family to describe her to me and they said she was a happy, honest, bubbly, loving, giving, generous and very caring woman in all senses of the word.’
Emma’s mother, Sandy Butt, of Dogwood Dell, Waterlooville, speaking before the funeral, said: ‘Right up to the end she was saying “I’m okay, once I get over this, Ill be alright.”
‘She put on a brave face and in the end it was not the cancer but pneumonia.
‘She amazed the staff at Queen Alexandra Hospital and even at The Rowans, they were surprised at how well she looked. She thought she was going to beat it.’
The family have experienced things since Emma’s death which they say makes them feel she is watching over them, they refer to them as ‘Emma moments’.
Sandy went on: ‘I don’t think it’s really sunk in for Grace yet, people have been taking her out all the time.
‘And I don’t think it has really hit Philip yet. But I think it will do after today.’
Emma’s auntie Julie Ward, said that just before she died she shared a moment with her niece she will never forget.
‘When everyone had gone she looked out the window of he hospice and said. “Auntie Julie, I’ve never flown a kite, can we fly one?”
‘I promised her we would but she died too soon.’