My most precious memory of dear Chris was when I had my first baby Richard. My husband had picked us up from hospital and took us home and promptly said Sorry I have to go back to work now and Left me standing in the hall with a tiny baby eight days old. Never having dealt with babies before I was petrified and my first thought was dear Chris will help me. Luckily she only lived a few doors away. I Put baby in pram packed a bag and walked round to hers. Chris came to the door threw her arms around me and I promptly burst into tears. I blurted out I can’t cope! I had never made a bottle of milk up, Don’t know what to do?” Chris calmly took over, made me a cup of tea to calm me down, cuddled Richard and settled him. She gave me all the confidence to cope. Chris was always there to step in and help me out at any crisis over the many years with love and such a caring nature, Nothing was too much trouble. chris was always talked about by my two children with love and affection for their Auntie Chris. She will be sadly missed, but never forgotten.