I never met her, she was just always there, as familiar to me as my Mum or Dad. Every memory of her makes me smile. I only ever recall feeling happy and unconditionally loved in her company.
I remember her laughter, I remember how much she made my Mum laugh. I remember playing up at her little house when I was so young. I would play with her beautiful dog, Rufus; I would feed her talking cockatoo, but most of all I would follow around her daughter with utter admiration.
As I got older it was her embrace that comforted me when my brothers were teasing and making me cry, when someone at school was not playing nice. Every time she took my side. It was her daughter’s dresses that I would borrow for school socials and her daughter who stuck up for me whenever I needed it.