It was a privilege to have known you. You were always so kind and regraded me as one of your own.
I will never forget that you gave Maureen 100 pounds back in those days to buy things for me when she travelled to London for Holidays while we were in medical school.
You were always so easy to converse with, had us laughing all the time when you visited Maureen in medical school and made everyone feel valued, heard and important.
So even as I join, your family to mourn. I will remind myself of this passage in 1 Cor 15: 54-55: And when this perishable puts on the imperishable, and this mortal puts on immortality, the Scripture will be fulfilled that says DEATH is SWALLOWED UP in Victory. O DEATH WHERE IS YOUR VICTORY? O DEATH WHERE IS YOUR STING?