Its been 5 years since Omi went to sleep. Every year, when the anniversary comes around, I find myself on this website reading through all of the wonderful memories people have left about my wonderfully mad grandma.

I wish I could tell her that we live in Germany now, and how her great grandchildren, who she would've loved, speak German.

I miss her so much. Her random collection of stuffed teddies and animals sitting neatly on her sofa. Her cabinet which proudly displayed pictures of her nearest and dearest. I miss being sent Readers Digest and dairy milk caramel, knowing just how.much effort she went to, to show us she thought of us and cared. I miss her wonderful cackle and watching her demolish fish and chips. I miss the whistle of her hearing aid and I miss her hugs.

Please keep writing your memories, they mean so much to us x

Anthony and I were best friends during schooldays, and his mum was extremely kind to me. I am terribly sad to read of her passing and ascension. A very pleasant, considerate and compassionate lady of faith, and immeasurable kindness.
Deepest and most solicitous condolences to all the good family……

Now cracks a noble heart. Goodnight sweet princess and let flights of angels sing thee to thy rest….

My earliest memory of Helga is when I was about 13 or 14 and going to with my family and Helga to visit Anthony at Durham University. We drove up after the ministry one Saturday and Helga assured my dad she knew where we had to go once we had parked the car. Well, we did make it, eventually. Only after we had fought through some shrubbery and walked for what seemed at the time miles along the grassed area at the back of the Halls of Residence with Helga peering through windows on the way! I can still see her in my mind's eye leading the way with her handbag over her arm saying "it's this way...not far now".
Over the years I have spent a lot of time with Helga. We have worked together in the ministry many times as we have been in the same group. She was so faithful. Always out, come rain or shine. She was kind and generous to me too. She once made me some multi coloured pot holders for my kitchen. She felt my grey and white kitchen was too plain! She gave me Burdock root to make in to a tea to help my back aches. Her knowledge of plants and herbs was amazing. She regularly brought chocolate to the meetings for our family and I know ours wasn't the only family she did that for. Only a short while ago she brought us some brambles she had picked. Helga was not shy in voicing her opinion and I have been on the sharp end of her tongue on more than one occasion. But, I always knew where I was with Helga and I liked that. I shall miss her. Her chuckle, twinkly eyes and above all her faithful example.

Dear old Helga x having spent many journeys down to Brigg with Helga to see the Smith family Robinsons, as a young child all I can remember is her rubbing her painful knee repeatedly, and I mean the whole 2 hour journey there.......and back again! Thinking about this little odd memory of Helga makes me realise that even though In a lot of pain from sitting in the car for such a long time, she still wanted to do it to see her loving family. Putting in the effort she could to see them, despite being in pain. See you soon Helga x