The memory of Jacquie will not find place in funereal black or tears poured. It will be in kitchen table banter: laughter and reprimands. The stuff of life. She will sit happy and proud as each generation corrects the next. And she will love them all.
Penny
21st January 2021
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Sent by Parkinson's UK on 21/01/2021
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland