Pat,
It has taken me so long to write these words, because I can’t believe you have really gone. Fond memories will live on forever until we meet again!
Thank you for being part of the good times we shared together:
I will never forget when I first came over from Jamaica, I had to tell you all the 'Folk Tales' and teach you and Marcia how we would dance back home.
As my younger siblings you both tried to get me to eat your 'English' food such as: Spaghetti Bolognese (til this day I still don't eat it!), Baked Beans, Green Peas, Fish Fingers and Sausages.
Pat, you also tried to get me to stroke your pet Guinea Pig 'Terry', which I thought was a big Rat! and couldn't understand why Mummy would have such a thing in the house.
In our youth we sneaked out on many occasions, even if it meant climbing through the window (remember that time we had sneaked out, came home, to find Mummy laying in our bed. How we found such speed to run up the stairs so fast is beyond me!). After realising that we were in serious trouble, we contemplated packing up and leaving home.
We managed to go to so many places: clubs, dance, and boat trips just to name a few, and it’s only the 4 of us who knew (you, me and the two Christie Sisters).
Remember how we pierced our ears and nobody knew, as we concealed it using our head scarfs. We permed our hair with a perm kit that stank through the house, and quick-thinking we told Mummy it was "old bath cubes and some bubble-bath" that we got as Christmas presents, some years before which we found in a drawer in the back room.
You're not around anymore so we can’t speak with our eyes and giggle together like a “Cheshire cat”.
Sorry I told you not to play the piano in Church if you didn't want to, (as I knew you were fed up of it) I took a lot of blame for you, but that’s just sisterly love and will now remain treasured memories.
We shared so many other memorable moments, like the many trips that we made to Jamaica, carrying our ‘Lovers Rock’ records from London so we could “nice up the dance”.
The fun we had in Uncle Nashie’s shop down there in Country, was the classic! Whilst you selected the tunes I kept the men spending money on liquor! Those guys would spend any amount of money just to hear the "two foreigners" speak. We didn’t mind as we just wanted to make money for our Uncle.
Remember the ‘Sleng Teng’ Rhythm, and the record ‘Buddy Bye, Buddy Bye No.1'... We tried for hours to learn the dance and get the right foot movements, whilst laughing ourselves crazy. Boy didn't we have fun!
Thank you for being Aunty Pat for my two girls, whom you watched grow into mature women, with their own children. Also for allowing your home to be their 'Second Home'.
The love and support you gave me over the years is simply unexplainable. I am grateful that I've shared and been apart of this journey with you.
I have so many other stories to tell, but Sis, I’ll live with the treasured memories and keep them dear to my heart.
Just keep Sleeping in Eternal Peace until we meet on the other side.
Love from your Sister Paulette x