My lasting memory of my Aunty Babe was her laughter, There was always a story that ended with Babe laughing. Her strength in coping with my mothers illness and her ability to communicate with her when others failed was remarkable. I will miss her terribly as will all of my family but will never forget her happy smiling face. With love Kevin, Jan, Laura, Sophie and Sam
Kevin
23rd February 2018
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Sent by Nigel Chamberlain & Partners on 23/02/2018
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland