It is almost impossible to write about my dear sister cause no words can convey the inner feelings which I have following the loss of Margaret. She was so much an intrinsic part of my life -all my life. Memories return of our childhood. The time that she fell backwards through the glass in a french window, without suffering a scratch. Our parents taking us on holiday to the seaside -Rhyl, Weston-Super Mare, Aberystwyth, Torquay, Bournemouth. Hours spent playing in, what was then, an unmade, 'no through road', so we could play 'Farmer can I cross your Water' safely 'in the street' with our mutual friends. We were also fortunate in having access to fields for playing 'tracking' and 'hide and seek'. We fell out sometimes, of course, I remember her being rather annoyed when I locked her, her friend and a large spider in her bedroom while I went out to do my paper round -but we always 'made up' and remained the best of friends. Even at a young age, she displayed the competitive, no nonsense approach to life which was to reveal itself in the sporting ability she later displayed in tennis, table tennis and hockey. I often benefited from her cooking ability. On the occasions when our parents were out, she cooked splendid meals for younger sister Jennifer and myself. She was later to say that she taught David to become the skilled cook he is today. In later years we married, had our families and went our separate ways but we kept in regular touch by telephone and visiting. We were brought up by our parents to have a strong Christian faith. The belief that we shall meet again is a thought that I cherish