It was a swift demise, and at the end, very peaceful.
Fading away peacefully on her bed looking out an open window on the Dever valley with the meadow, trees and associated sounds all around with a dog flat out beside her on the bed.
I think we'd all take that.
An indomitable force until the very last, incredibly kind and full of fun, I and my family will miss her, for there was never a dull day in all of those thirty years. I wouldn’t have missed it for anything and feel very fortunate to have been in her employ for most of my working life.
And now it becomes hard because there are so many memories and a fund of tales to be told.
Which I may relate at a later date as currently things are a little “raw”
Funeral confirmed for 2.30pm Friday 9th September at Barton Stacey Church with a hooley back at Bransbury Mill to follow – all welcome.
If anything changes, I’ll chuck the details up here.
“Fin” for guff for a while, as there is much to be done and like I said things are a little raw, but I will be “back, back, back” at some point and in some form as Sally was a tremendous supporter of my written guff, which always meant a lot as she could bounce a word herself.
Bransbury Mill and this stretch of the Dever will never be quite the same again.