I've many memories of you Aunty Ann. Always putting up with me commandeering Uncle John to play with me, trusting me to look after and play with my cousins, putting your arm around me and gently leading me in to say goodbye to Grandad, calling me after my first day at work and listening to me excitably tell you about my first day, coming to see my first flat and telling me how much you loved it, inviting me and Mum over for Christmas dinner when Dad was in hospital, sitting with my boys and reading with them (unfortunately they couldn't read as quickly as Matthew!), helping me to pack Mum's stuff up when she was moving and so on. We had a few ups and downs too, especially when we didn't know you were well and that will always weigh heavily on my mind. I'm so dreadfully sad that you got that awful disease, no one should have to suffer like that. You were so brave and I just felt so helpless. I'll miss you forever. If you see Dad, give him a hug from me. Goodnight sweetheart. Anita x