People have contributed a number of brilliant photographs of Becs in the past couple of weeks. Most often they show Becca smiling, laughing and generally enjoying herself. I have spent sometime over the past few days looking at photos of Becs from when we were kids. The photograph I have here reminds me of the happy memories I have of my sister. It’s too small for most of you to see properly so I will do my best to describe it. The photograph is of Rebecca, and I hugging our white retriever dog Ceinwein. We are in our pyjamas before going to bed and from the look of the photograph I would say Becs and I were about 8 and 10 respectively and it was Christmas. As you all know Rebecca was a serious dog lover and Ronnie was an important part of her life. Well Ceinwein and Becs were great buddies as we grew up. Although Ceinwein had affection for all the family, she had an especial affinity for Rebecca. Every night Ceinwein would follow Becs up to her room at bedtime. As Mum would tuck Becs in and read us a story, Ceinwein would position herself under the bed. However, this was never for very long. As soon as Mum turned the light off, said good night and closed the door, Ceinwein would be out from under the bed and on the covers. In a small bed with a good-sized dog curled up on the duvet, it is a miracle that Becs was able to get any sleep at all. Especially as Ceinwein was known to snore and bark in her sleep dreaming, probably, of chasing rabbits. Every now and then added to this mix, and another distraction from a good nights sleep, was myself in a sleeping bag on the floor of Beccas bedroom. Like all siblings we had our fair share of arguments and disagreements –you would call it squabbling. This squabbling came to head one evening and at the age of about 7 I was evicted from the room we shared and banished to the spare room. However, there were times when we put are disagreements aside and I would grab my sleeping bag and move into Bec’s room for the night. We did this so we could talk long into the night about whatever creating further bonds that continued as we grew up. Even then my little sister was already my fiercest defender and stood up to playground bullies and unreasonable teachers, even writing ‘I hat school’ on my school report after I got a particularly poor write up from my teacher. Unfortunately for Becs the report had to be returned to the school and she had written on it in biro. What followed was a unpleasant interview with the headmaster as he tried to determine what hatting school actually meant and whether he should be cross or not! As we grew up, those midnight chats continued. The bedroom was replaced by the pub and a bottle of wine or a pint of beer helped lubricate the discourse. And there was much less dog hair. We disagreed on many points and had passionate arguments but I always looked forward to our get-togethers as there would always be laughter, insight and meaning. We could relax in each other’s company and genuinely enjoyed the others friendship. I’m thankful for those times of closeness and will cherish the memories. As a family we know that for Lucas and ourselves we must replace the anguish of an unchangeable past with the hope of an unchartered future. We have been moved and buoyed by the efforts people have made to get in touch, offer support and be here with us today. We really see today as an opportunity to not only say goodbye to Becs and celebrate her life, but to also build a foundation of memories to sustain Lucas in the future through the happy stories about his mum we will share this afternoon. I would like to ask everyone now to pick a happy memory you have of Rebecca and reflect on this for a few moments. You can do this silently or if you want to share your happy story about Becs with the rest of us we would be delighted to hear it.