One of my earliest memories of mum and dad was walking to the bus stop to go to town with them, each holding one of my hands and swinging me up in the air between them. Then a memory of summer days after school visiting them with my own children and finding them in the garden in deck chairs and dad being sent in doors for tea, and returning with tea and assorted biscuits and sweets for the kids. Last good memory of mum was sitting on the arm of her chair and squeezing her hand, when she turned and smiled her wonderful smile at me, last memory of dad was in hospital, sitting with him that last time listening to him talk of things past and squeezing his hand and seeing him smile too. Rest In Peace you two, always in my thoughts ❤️❤️❤️❤️