for some time the final news of her death came with great sadness.
In the few days following her death I remembered everything she had said (she was the fun member of the family) and I relayed it all constantly to my bored loved ones as my way of coping with her death.
Now just one year on and I can't remember a single word she ever said no matter how hard I try. I can though remember clearly all the things she did. I have been thinking of her today and how kind she was to me as a child and growing up into adulthood. I cannot remember ever having a cross word with her. In the early sixties when materials were expensive and scarce she would recycle all my clothes for me so at least I did not feel so much 'behind the door' when all the hippy fashions of the age came into being.
For our other sister who was a competition skater she would sit and sew hundreds of sequins on to old blackout material so that she would look good.
When our eldest sister who lived abroad was having serious problems with her marriage,
her health and her finances she flew out and brought her home.
This proves conclusively that it not what we SAY to others in our lifetime but what we do for them that makes the difference.
'Rest in peace my dearest sister, to rise again in Glory'
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