A family friend has died
I wrote (typed) a long letter to her family, sharing memories.
Received a nice thank u card back from her eldest child, who is much older than me. Picture of her house covered in Wisteria, blazing sun. So many hours spent there a child. I recall being scared of the skinned, taxidermised Tiger rug in the hall. Gaping jaws. Terrible teeth. Not much higher off the ground than toddler me. She spent much of her young, married life in India. I ate my first ever hazelnut from the trees in her orchard.
She was 102 and a half. I realised she had been born in year of Spanish flu and died in year of Covid 19.
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