In 1929 on 6th of January, my hero was born.
Throughout her years, she became a nurse in a hospital which still stands today. Between her birth and 1955, she met a man named Hugh. They were so young and in love, that when he was shipped abroad with the RAF and she was working day and night in a hospital, they always kept on contact with letters, which I now have. On the 13th September in 1955, my hero and her husband welcomed a baby boy into their life. That boy was called Hugh Inglis, who I can proudly say is my father. A few years later, they welcomed a baby girl into their life. In 1959 a new set of houses were being built on my home town. This small family were the first and only people in the small 2 bedroomed house.
In 2005, my hero got her heart ripped from her chest, with the announcement that her beloved husband passed away. After he had died, my hero became a shell and didn't see things in the same perspective as she did in the years previous.
In 2013, my world came crashing down around me. Sitting in English, I was called upon by a teacher and told that my family were waiting on me. I was told we had to go to the hospital, to speak to a doctor, considering that my hero had been in hospital since the end of September. When we arrived, I looked in the ward to see my hero. Only to see a body. Her life and soul was no longer there. Walking into the small room, I could feel my chest get heavier and heavier. Sitting on the chairs, the news was delivered... and I broke
10%… is all they gave her.
Finally , after four days of heartbreak and waiting, the call was received at 6.30pm and told that it was time up for my hero.
One day before my 15th Birthday we laid my hero in the ground to be with her beloved husband of 60 years.
Not a day goes by without a few tears escaping my eyes and laughs, remembering the good times.
My hero, will always be with me.
I love you «3