From your loving son Paul, When I think of mum I'm reminded of the poem "How do I love thee let me count the ways?" Mum, you taught me to love myself and everyone, you taught me right from wrong, you were my carer when I was ill, you picked me up when I fell, you encouraged me to pursue my dreams, you gave me my faith and a family that loves me, your love is the summit I will always try to reach, you have always been and will always be with me to that end, love is too small a word to express what you have given an what you mean to me x