My Auntie Peg died this morning in Portsmouth, England, just days before her 93rd birthday. She was too ill to attend the family reunion in her city on Saturday, but I’m sure everyone raised a glass to her, including my mother and Uncle Roy. She was the youngest and last surviving daughter of Nana, my family’s matriarch, whose great age and warmth of spirit inspired the first of the annual reunions many years ago. Peg was like her mother, full of laughter and love of family, but very much her own personality, taking charge of the gatherings right down to the seating arrangements. Always a woman of style, she was gracious, witty and generous, treating me like an honoured guest each time I managed to visit. I shall miss her.
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That sums her up very well. We’ll all miss her loads.
With Love
Very well said Lynnda.
I remember one year when Peg and Richard had come to visit and I went to meet them and Mum in Niagara on the Lake. We spent the day walking around, looking in shops and having lunch. Everyone was tired, Peg was complaining about her feet and, as I was offering to go and get the car, I looked down and realized Peg was wearing a pair of high heels. She was 80 at the time but you would never have known it and God help you if you said it. She and Richard were some of the funniest people I’ve ever known and I can imagine them now having a giggle. We will all miss you Peg Leg