Just because someone has passed away doesn’t mean your relationship with them has too.
I remember you had ultra ticklish feet – you would be sitting watching the tennis and I would sneak up and try to tickle your feet as they sat perched on the teal-coloured vinyl pouffe in front of you. Awww, grumble, grumble, grumble… you would pick me up and threaten to put me head first in the garbage bin. I would giggle until I felt sick.
“Stop that, Fred!” My grandmother would cry.
You called me Rickety Kate. Now Matey has gone, so too so has my nickname I loved so much. These things disappear but my love hasn’t and the memories remain.
Happy Birthday, Poppy. I’ll be thinking of you.
Love always, Kate xxx
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