The results came back yesterday, Auntie Vi died of Bronchial Pneumonia. Gawd blimey, it was so sudden. She had lunch with her friend and then a few hours later was found. Her family and friends said she had been chesty for a while, as my regular blog readers might remember Mum and Dad had been staying with Auntie Vi when Dad was taken ill. I think she was chesty then, but at that time was still able to get around and cluck, cluck over her guests (as she loved to do). If only we had known.
My Dad is so lucky, or as in one of my favourite sayings, “Therefore but the grace of God go I” He had bacterial pneumonia, I wonder how or if this was related. It was touch and go for him at one stage.
I can’t get to the funeral, and although recently I haven’t seen Auntie Vi more than twice a year, most summer holidays as a child were spent with her and my Uncle, what with them always living by the sea. She gave All us kids, (there are lots of cousins) Good Times.
I went to Birmingham today (I’ll do that in another blog post) and on the way back, just sat there still, on the train, memories came flooding back, I think I must have just got over the shock, it was nice to have all the memories flooding back, yet upsetting at the same time.
Good night Auntie Vi, God Bless.