Marjorie Braund, the lady who since 1971 (38 years, for goodness sakes) has been like a second mother to me, and who is grandmother to my three nephews David, Ross and Greg Braund-Phillips, is gravely ill in the North Devon hospice.
I have visited her each evening since the Weird Weekend, and yesterday I took her some holy water from Lourdes, which Lizzy brought down.
There are very few people in the world that I love as much as I love Marjorie Braund, and I ask you all to remember her in your prayers and supplications to whatever deity you believe in.
We have, by the way, on a slightly different tack, but one that is still on-topic, offered to install and maintain a fishtank at the hospice in perpetuity as part of our outreach project....
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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*hug* words are really no use at this time so a virtual hug is the best I can do. Thinking about you all xx
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