Winnie

I received word today that my next door neighbour passed away yesterday.

She had been ill for a number of years and her heart had stopped twice before back in 2003 - I guess this shows how strong a person she was.

As I have lived in the same home for all twenty-seven years of my life I grew up calling her Aunty Winnie as her son is my Godfather.

When I was coming back from my problems one of the things I found relief in was seeing her on the bus stop when I would work on Tuesdays. She had to go to meetings at the Blind Institute every week so we would always be on the same bus.

Rest in Peace.