YOUNG mother Sonia Blount "idolised" her son, and lived for her family, mourners at her funeral were told.
An ornate horse-drawn carriage brought the beautiful 31-year-old, from Tallaght, in west Dublin, on her final journey.
Mourners gathered in the Holy Rosary Church, in Ballycragh, heard that she had lived for her young son Jake, who turned three shortly before his mother was killed.
Ms Blount's body was discovered by staff in a room in the Plaza Hotel in Tallaght on Sunday, February 16.
Eric Locke (31), from St John's Park East in Clondalkin, has since been charged with her murder.
There were emotional scenes as the love shown by the young mother was recalled in a heartfelt eulogy.
"Anyone who knew Sonia well knew she loved all things girly – shopping, tan, make-up – and any place that accepted all major credit cards," her brother-in-law Nick said.
"Most of all, she had an amazing love for her family and friends and would do anything to make people happy."
Many of the mourners wore pink and white carnations, while her remains were carried in a white carriage drawn by two immaculate horses with white plumes above their heads.
"Sonia was an amazing girl, who idolised her son Jake; you only have to look at him and see what a good job she has done," he told the hundreds of mourners.
He recalled that it was heartbreaking for them all to think they will not hear her voice again but they could draw comfort from the presence of her son.
"The sudden death of Sonia . . . is of course a hugely traumatic time for every one of us," said Fr Brian Edwards, parish priest.
He said there were perhaps no words that could adequately express the shock and sadness. "It's also a time where we search for hope and comfort and for consolation to heal the deep grief we are experiencing," he added.
The funeral Mass was filled with music, including her favourite song 'To Make You Feel My Love' by Adele.
Ms Blount was carried from the church to strains of Sinead O'Connor's 'Nothing Compares 2 U', as she was brought to Bohernabreena Cemetery for burial.
By Louise Hogan