My auntie Diane died on 18 May. I've already mentioned this wonderful lady, who (with my uncle) kept homesickness and poor nutrition at bay while I studied and worked in Manchester, and lavished love and care on me when I needed it most - something I'll always remember with gratitude.
Her death was a shock. She was seriously ill but not supposed to be in any immediate danger - we know now that things were much further advanced than anyone had realised. I'm so thankful I got up to see her in March. I really didn't think it would be the last time I saw her.
Diane made a great impact on my life. It feels like part of me has gone. I'm weary with sadness.