My Godmother
My Beautiful godmother drove up from croydon every 2-3 weeks during 4 months of my chemotheraphy treatment, to support me, and just be there for me. She had some difficult news to deal with during one week of my treatment and in her heart she wanted to be with with my little cousin Nigel, but wouldnt leave me knowing what I was going through. She gave me strength to carry on with my treatment listened to my mad ramblings, and distracted me by researching family history while she was with me.
She had a quiet strength and calm about her during my crisis as it was only eight months after losing my beloved father, one of her beloved big brothers. She adored her brothers but sadly two of them and is survived by the infamous Brian the oldest cherished big brother.
I have many stories of my aunt, some funny, some hilarious and some sad. But she left a big imprint on my heart.
Rest in peace, my beloved Aunt. xxx