Her funeral took place in Kettering at the Parish Church where she had been a loyal worshipper for most of her life. The church was full of friends and family.
Everyone had a story to tell, my favourite memories were the jar of lemon curd she made me every Christmas. Family get togethers around the large table in the basement of her house were always full of fun and laughter. She loved receiving little things I made her and had a cabinet full of special things, including bobbin lace, embroidery, and other craft work I had made her.
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| In age order we lined up for a rare photo together. Rosalind (74), me(70), Andrew(70), Deborah(67), Stephen(64) and John(59) |
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| My sister Debbie, with cousin's Rosalind and Andy at the wake. |
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It's strange how funerals are happy and sad occasions at the same time. It's sad to mark the passing of a family member but it's lovely to see other family you don't see often.
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