Amy Martha Fagan (24 Mar 1942 - 27 Apr 2025)

colin@oliphant-construction.com

In loving memory of Amy.

In memory of my dear aunty & all those affected by dementia

In loving memory of my Auntie Amy . Please help others never go through the dreadful life ending process

As a child I remember Aunty Amy and Aunty Sandra getting ready to go out dancing; the rollers and the perfume smell . I was only 10 or 11 and they looked like beautiful movie stars. That would have been about 1963 or 1964.

When I came back from Australia in 1975 Aunty Amy and Uncle Joe welcomed me into their home for over 6 months. It was the loveliest of times . I met a beautiful Aussie girl in Edinburgh who was staying in a tiny university tiny single bed sized room. When I told Amy, she was furious with me “get that lassie out of there and bring her here now !”. It was a command. When I told Anne she tried to argue, I said you don’t understand if I dinae bring you hame my Aunty Amy will kill me.

Amy was stern and she was tough, no-one you would ever want to argue with. She was also a beautiful, caring woman with a beautiful family. Her heart was huge, her love was pure and deep.

That was 50 years ago. That girl Anne, is my wife and we will celebrate 48 years of marriage this year.

Our lives, the family we have created and our 3 beautiful granddaughters would never have happened without Amy.

Of course the entire family were the same. Uncle Joe helped me get a job and taught me about “nippy sweeties”. Amy didn’t drink and wasn’t that keen on our weekly visits to the Livingston Inn - with Harry as well! But she begrudgingly understood it was a ritual.

Tracey was a smart and a beautiful young girl, Julie who was only 2 was the wee bampot and course in the middle was the wee rascal Kevin, smart, funny and naughty in a nice way. I loved them all.

When Amy and Joe came to Australia for a holiday, Anne and I organised a holiday on Hayman Island with my Mum and Dad and they had a fabulous time.

Over the years Mum and Dad and Anne and I have visited many times and always welcomed with love and affection each and every time .

In many ways my Auntie Amy was like a second Mum to me especially when I lived with them and my life changed forever in 1975. I think it was 2017 when we last saw them.

Amy was a poppy collector, which didn’t surprise me, anything with a poppy she would search it down and add to her collection. Everyone thinks of WW1 and Flanders fields with poppies looking after so many people who died there, but I think of Amy, her poppy choice was all about caring, loving and being able to help others.

Such an amazing woman. I will always love her and her beautiful family. With all my heart I send love good vibes and prayers to everyone who will be affected by her death. The good thing though is you all were cared for and loved unconditionally when she lived. That will never change.

Goodbye Aunty Amy.
With much love and respect
Jack and Anne Stewart
Melbourne, Australia.