Memories of my sister Diana, gosh so many where do I start?  She was my big sister, beautiful  with blonde curly hair and blue eyes, someone to look up to and someone to turn to.  Ten years apart in age we grew close together as the years advanced.


As a younger sister, I was the pest, sneaking into her room to try out her makeup and try on her clothes and shoes.  Later on when the difference in our ages grew smaller, I remember family meals and outings together, Isle of Wight day trip, the sights of London and Saint Paul’s cathedral, christenings, weddings, Christmas gatherings and talking on the phone with her for hours.


As I sit here to write this I can think of so many memorable events with my sister, but perhaps it’s her earlier life when I was the pesky sister that needs recording here.  My sister rowing a boat on the river, my sister going to the TA (Territorial Army) drill nights and learning to drive an army lorry, my sister decorating the Christmas cake, my sister being chased by the camel at the zoo.


A full life lived and a life full of memories, I will miss you sister, but I have those memories, thank you Diana for being my sister.