The blanket the undertakers had placed over her would not have been to her liking at all, and I remember thinking so as they carefully carried her body over the door threshold, taking her to where she would lie in a bed for a week. Looking like sleeping beauty, with snow white’s complexion, she held the teddy she had taken to bed with her for years under her left arm.
She hated the nightie she was wearing the night
she died. Gran hadn’t been able to keep on top of the washing due to the
increased demand on her. The last few weeks were hard.