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my grandmother has passed away




My Granny helped raise me when I was little. I will miss her terribly. I never got to say goodbye.


from my uncle Stan:

Georgina Phyllis Wilson (Gibson)
Monday 21st April 2008
My Mummy died this morning at approximately 6.25am, after a very long disturbed night. Thankfully after an additional injection she passed away peacefully in her sleep. She will be very very sorely missed by all her eight children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and great great grandchildren. I got extra close to Mummy this last few months and years, and her loss is particularly painful - but her many many years of pain are now gone.

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