Another sad farewell

We heard this week that my dearly loved Grandmother has died. She was 93 and still sharp as a tack, but a stroke and a chest infection finally took her from us, quietly and peacefully in hospital with loving family around her.
We were actually on a family holiday at my Mum's house and with my sister's family when we got the news, so there was a time to grieve together and tell a few stories about this feisty woman who lives on in us.
I'm travelling to the UK on Tuesday to be at the funeral and help with some of those practical matters that death necessitates, as well as to represent this arm of the family gathered in these islands by taking written messages from the Great Grandchildren, sea-polished stones gathered at Mowhanau beach and decorated in bright colours by each of us, and a piece of polished stone from my brother.