My very first memory of Cheryl was her arriving home from hospital in our Mum’s arms,    

Dad beside them.  I was watching from the flat window with our Auntie Rose.  Cheryl was a 

happy, cheerful, chubby baby with huge brown eyes and a disarming smile.  We were 

always dressed in identical clothes and as Cheryl was a tomboy she was always made to

travel in Dad’s car in her underwear until we arrived at our destination.  We had lovely

family holidays and I remember one occasion when Cheryl was about three years old and 

went missing whilst we were playing the sand.  A full scale alert was underway when she

was finally found by a concerned family running along the beach with her bucket in hand. 

On these holidays we were often entered into fancy dress competitions where our Mum

had made our costumes out of crepe paper.  Mum was never a seamstress but clever at 

designing and making things, although Auntie Rose always made our identical outfits.

In the summer we would often walk with Dad through the woods and play putting, before

having a glass of lemonade and a packet of crisps at the pub whilst Mum cooked the roast.  

After lunch we would play Lotto, Ludo and Snakes and Ladders. Every Saturday we 

would visit both sets of Grandparents. At Nanna Pendrey’s we were made to listen to the

football results, and at Nanna Bass’s we would help feed the chickens, have rock cakes

and get a sixpence each.  Home on the trolley bus before Dad got his car, and Cheryl

was often asleep in Dad’s arms on the way home.

Cheryl had a huge heart always wanting to help people if she could.  Some people are

here for a long time making a small contribution every day and some people are only

here for a short time but make an incredible difference throughout their life.  My sister

was incredible and I will miss her always.  She has grown her wings too early but she

will be the sweetest, funniest and naughtiest angel in Heaven.