To my dearest Mammy, forever in our hearts, love you always. ‘If I should die before the rest of you, Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone. Nor, when I am gone, speak in a Sunday voice, But be the usual selves that I have known. And weep if you must, parting is hell, Life goes on, so sing as well’.
Your Beez, Matthew, Lydia, Asher, Eden and your great-grandchildren xxxxx.