Babs

Today was the funeral of my “aunt”: in effect my half first cousin. We shared the same grandfather but different grandmothers, with she and I having a 30 year age gap.

After a private cremation we had a service of thanksgiving at the church she had attended for just over 80 years.

A lovely service and a very good turn out from friends, family and the congregation.

We tried to remember her as the vivacious, stylish younger woman she had been and not just recalling her frailty in recent years. Hard to believe she has gone.