Yesterday my Dad phoned to tell me that his sister (a dear aunty who has been very kind to me over many years, particularly when I was a little girl) passed away after noon. She didn't ever come round from surgery - which she had on weds. Things went 'wrong' it seems.

Aunty Edna let me bath my doll in her sink - and even to wash her hair - I felt guilty when I did it and was ticked-off by my mum when she found out...

Aunty Edna's home was calm, clean full of old ornaments which were familiar and the same for many years. The world is a poorer place without dear Aunty Edna - I wish I'd told her how much I loved her......