Condolences to all the family of this rather lovely person - Auntie Nora. We were so lucky to have her in our lives for all these years. A visit to Chaffcombe Road was always fun and I agree with Louise that the scrambled eggs she fed to us as two little girls missing their Mom were just perfect (I still do them the same way now). Nora was a great example to us younger ones, of how to stay independent, enthused and still very much a part of life, even with advancing years. I'll miss you, but I'm so glad I knew you xxx Rachel (Neylin)

I've been digging through some of the things connected with Nora and two things were there in her own handwriting. One was a recipe for green tomato chutney which she gave me about 10 years ago. The other, in contrast was a page from one of those autograph books that people used to have. It was a page written in 1947 for my Moms book. It is I suppose a sentimental verse but what's wrong with that. I took a photo but here it is typed out: "We are atoms that float on the river of years, On our way to the ultimate sea And Time with its swiftness, its smiles and its tears Bring changes to you and to me, But if as the swift footed years hurry by, We lose sight of each other at last Let us always remember that we – you and I Were once friends in the far reaching past". Dec 31st 1947 Nora Brennan I also want to put on record Nora's great cooking of scrambled eggs when she minded my sister and myself when our own Mother was in hospital for 3 weeks. Apparently we told our Mother that Nora's were much better!! She was a great example of how to keep yourself going, thank you Nora. Louisexx

Condolences to everyone in the Brennan family on a sad loss. My memory of Nora is of a vivid, vital and above all youthful woman who loved company and was so obviously loved by all the family. I know how the addition of grandchildren to the circle added to her life, but can only imagine how inspired she must have been by the later marriage of Peter and Wendy. Love to all, Snig

My lovely Aunty Nora: many memories, lots of laughter, there was always a chuckle just waiting to escape. You will be alongside my Mum, with me for ever. Joan.

You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she’s gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back or you can do what she’d want, smile, open your eyes love and go on. Liz

William Wordsworth: from Ode: Intimations of Immortality Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home… O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers What was so fugitive! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest: Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:— Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.

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I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.