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Aunty Pat. Thank you. Thank you for the enormous chocolate birthday cake you made for me when you all came to stay at our little home one Easter. Thank you for your wise words when I had to give back the stallion race horse I’d taken care of for a while whilst he recovered. Thank you for taking care of Julia and I when we were very, very small and our mum was at deaths door, yet recovered. Thank you for all of your talents, cooking, knitting, gardening. You made me feel like I mattered. You were direct, honest and utterly loving. I remember our visits to Whitley Bay with affection. Happy happy days together with you and Uncle Douglas and our cousins. Visits to the seashore. To a viking boat re-descovered from the sea. Your cooking abilities. Porridge in a pressure cooker. Scrambled eggs from a microwave. You are someone who showed me how to be solid and take no second best. Any gardener is a natural born nurterer. You create. You tend. You vigilantly make sure that all comes to fruition. You knew what mattered most and you were true to that and who you loved and cherished. An honourable woman and my aunty Pat. God bless you with everlasting peace and repose in love and grace for a life of generosity and true devotion. Thank you my aunty Pat.
Thinking of you all especially today. My earliest memory of Auntie Pat is when I was quite young, at some family celebration, and she asked me to come and help her in the kitchen — she showed me how to roll hard-boiled eggs in order to peel them easily — I always remember feeling so grown up to be included in the hive of activity in her kitchen.
All my memories of Auntie Pat bring to mind a gentle lady, with that lovely accent. Sending lots of love to you all xxx
Thank you for all the life long memories you have given me, hedgehog bread on sunny Sunday mornings, wax circles for marmalade and chutney and even for making me marmite and coleslaw sandwiches when I was working with Grandad.
Thank you for being there for us all whilst we were growing up and especially during the hardest of years for all the love and care you showed Rachel and I. The memories of Watership Down and The Wizard of Oz will always make me smile.
Memories of you will always be with me and I’m so very grateful for those. Rest in peace Grandma, I love you