When I think of Aunty Inga, her kindness and zest for life comes straight to mind. It was evident at every party or family gathering. She loved to talk to people. She would show love to everyone in the room, always making sure to spend time and chat with everyone in turn if she could. She would take great interest in their life and share something about hers. Usually about how proud she was of Chris and Caitlin, her next trip to her beautiful house in Spain or how much she was enjoying her singing group. Inga was the kind of person who would always notice someone sitting alone in a room and seek to include them and put them at ease. Her energy and enthusiasm was infectious and will be so greatly missed. ...Grief is the price we pay for love. Where there is deep grief, there was great love... Catherine xxx

Not a fancy poem but I always remember getting fashionable Christmas present clothes off auntie inga. There was a winter russian hat with ear flaps I think it was from phat face, had that for years it was my favourite hat. :')

She is Gone You can shed tears that she is gone Or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her Or you can be full of the love that you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she is gone Or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can do what she would want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. by David Harkins With love from Philippa x

This comes to mind as I think of Inga, Paul, Christopher and Caitlin at this sad time: Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. Thinking of you all and I am so sorry that we cannot say our farewells to this lovely lady in person. She will be with you always. Sue Ashworth xxx

If We Could Bring You Back Again By Joanna Fuchs If we could bring you back again, For one more hour or day, We’d express all our unspoken love; We’d have countless things to say. If we could bring you back again, We’d say we treasured you, And that your presence in our lives Meant more than we ever knew. If we could bring you back again, To tell you what we should, You’d know how much we miss you now, And if we could, we would.

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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.