In Memoriam for Jean ROWE

Half a decade now has passed since the saddest of times, but not a day when we don't think of you with love and, always, of laughter.

Another year, My Dear (in authentic Janner accent), but no diminution of your presence. Not a day passes when you escape the minds of your loved ones from Plymouth to Sydney, via Bradford-on-Avon, Cardiff, London, Brisbane and elsewhere. Semper fidelis.

Three years since your earthly life ended in the home that was the mothership for all of us across the generations. But you never feel far away, and I frequently chuckle at sudden memories of some zany moment. That is the light that never goes out.

From the South Pacific (a favourite film of hers) to Plymouth Sound, today - like every day - she isn't so far away. Always close to us in spirit whatever the time and place. Sometimes sadness, of course, but it's mercifully impossible to think of our matriarch without a smile and a word of thanks.

Remembering a very special woman and thinking with love of her family. RIP Jean xx

Dearest Mum, you are missed by your family everyday. We have so many happy memories of you. Your smile and laughter lit up a room.
Always loving, compassionate, and wise in your dealings with family and friends. You were the best of Mums and we were so privileged to have been gifted you. RIP
Mary xxx

Always called Mother Dear by me, and the dearest of mothers to Son D.

"It's a bird call from the treeline.
I hear it every day.
It's the loveliest of the songbirds
And I'm glad it comes this way
And I stop to listen
And forget what I've to do
And I know what I'm missing -
My Mum
My Mum."