Who can be Nice, Most loving, ever willing to sacrifice, and as organized as Aunty Judith. Don't think there's any. You WERE TOO REAL TO BE HUMAN...
Ezinne Aunty Dorothy's daughter
28th February 2011
Our mother, your sister, your friend
Jite
14th February 2011
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