Auntie Widd died yesterday, of a hospital bug. It's kind of weird, a family member you barely knew dying. It's not that I haven't ever seen her, but I didn't really know who she was. I know, you can't know every member of your family well, but it's weird that when my nan was detailing why Auntie Widd was in hospital, I did listen (I know she had a necrotic leg) but barely took it in, and now she's dead, I wish that I had taken it in, and wish that I at least knew something of her.
But still, Auntie Widd was 93 when she died, which is some age. Mum tells me that she had a very happy life, and I do remember going to her house a few Christmases and seeing all these medals on her walls, from her husband who died in the war, and her telling me about them.