Marjorie Blyth
Merry Christmas, mum. I know you are still in there somewhere. Life is being so cruel to you, robbing you of all your senses and all the things that made you who you are. I miss our trips out, our chats, our holidays, our knitting sessions, tea in the garden. And I know if you could remember then, you would too. All our love from me and Les, Jakki and Adam and the kids xxx
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