On Friday my husband’s funeral took place at Eastbourne Crematorium.
On Saturday my daughter and I went to the crematorium to look at the flowers and read the cards.
My daughter had spent a long time choosing the tribute for her Dad, eventually deciding on a basket with mainly pink and white flowers which he would have loved.
Imagine how distraught she was when we realised that the arrangement had been stolen.
The cards had been taken out and thrown on the ground.
I cannot write in this newspaper what I feel about the people who perpetrated such a cruel and heartless crime.
St Leonards Road.