She was born
in Leicester in 1957 and one of the most wonderful people you’ll ever meet. I have
tonnes of memories of her but the ones that stick out the most is the one during
Summer of 1996, I was 13 years old. She was staying over at my Mum & Dad’s
house for about a week it was really hot
at this point and during the week she stayed over she showed me how to make
Bread. We made it together but she told me that it me that I’d made it, which I
guess is true in its own way as she was telling me how to make it and I was
mixing everything together and baking it, put it mildly. But I’ve always saw it
as both of us making it.
Another
memory that sticks out just as much was in early Summer in 1997 and we both
went to Kwik Save (an old Supermarket in England that I don’t think is running
anymore for those who don’t know)near to where I lived at the time and whilst
we were there doing some shopping we picked up ingredients to make Ginger
Biscuits, the recipe which we stumbled across by accident in, what I believe,
was a magazine. Making them was my idea and she helped me make them, I thought
it was great.
Every
year, in the evening, (including her birthday as well as today) I light a
candle and place it outside next to my front door as a mark of remembrance and
this year will be no different.
Aunt
Julie, you're still missed very much.
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