You know how they talk about the squeezed generation - those people who have aged relatives getting doddery and still have children to bring up. Well they ought to call it the hugged generation because your children hug you and your aged relatives need you. But I'm no longer the hugged generation because my children are quite grown up and the last of my older relatives has gone. Aunty Eileen died in the middle of this month of March after too many bugs in her increasingly frail body. Here are some links to when I blogged about her:
- Setting up my power of attorney for her: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2009/03/legalities-and-paperwork.html
- Dealing with council officials: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2009/12/sheltered-housing-and-councils.html
- Bringing her and my parents to our house for Xmas: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2009/12/driving-ocotgenarians.html
- Bureaucratic banks: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2010/01/boo-to-bureaucratic-banks.html
- Confusing conspirations: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2010/08/conspirations-to-confuse.html
- Visiting for Xmas: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2010/12/travelling.html
- Support plans: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/crumbs-and-buns.html
- Caring people: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/ageing-aunty.html
- Things and stuff: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2012/02/memories-are-made-of-stuff.html
- Stoic: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/lifes-not-good.html
- Pets, or not: http://ejh2.blogspot.co.uk/2016/09/aged-auntys-cat.html
Now I'm drafting an eulogy for her funeral next weekend. What should I write?
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| Eileen and her big brother, Joe |
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| Visiting Ireland with her parents, 1947 |
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| She had a wicked sense of humour |
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| Bridesmaid at Joe & Jean's wedding, 1950 |
