March 24th, 2005

forlorn Buffy

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We were woken up by a phone call at about three in the morning, telling us that Patsington's grandmother had died. She was nearly ninety and had had leukemia for over a year, and we'd been expecting this call for a while, so it wasn't a surprise at all, but it's still very, very sad. The last time P and I visited her down in Cork, she held both our hands and told us to "look after each other". She was a lovely lady.

Rest in peace, Mrs Cotter.
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