Linda Wellmen (11 Dec 1950 - 14 Aug 2025)

From Philippa and Odile

With all our love Jane Dave Poppy & Tilly Hart ❤️

Love from us all xx

So, so many memories of Auntie Lin!
Having a drink or 10 with my mum on far too many occasions, without any occasion but they made it into one!
I was speaking with Charlie about Lin and said I was pretty sure she gave me my first drink - Malibu and pineapple (it was the 80’s) and Charlie quickly replied - me too! Mine was a vodka and coke! Lin was consistent throughout the generations!
Cutting my front lawn the day before my wedding in the rain - classic Lin!
The years of Canvey Majors - everything being yellow and blue!
Family holiday in Ibiza.
As mentioned the food - especially the amazing apple pie!
Always the life, soul and fun of any party.
We will always have a special place for Auntie Lin in our hearts and thoughts.
Our love goes out to Uncle John, Brad, Ness & families - keep hold of the many happy memories in your hearts.
And look out for the spider!
Our love Claire, Mark, Steph & Charlie xxxx

God bless, sleep tight Auntie Lin xx

In memory of Lin, a special lady I will never forget. I remember a fantastic day out in Lake Geneva with her, Lainey and Joseph, I remember some great great nights out with her and then just simply sat around the table at the house in Crystal Lake. Never shy of an opinion or a laugh, a true character. Lin was also so kind and thoughtful to my family. Love to all the family, she loved you all so much.

Will be sadly missed. Always love you Auntie Linda. Xxx

In loving memory of Lin whose kindness and thoughtfulness we will remember always xx love Lynne and Trevxx🤗❤️

Remembered with a smile fly with the angels xx

In loving memory of my beloved Auntie Lin - Katie & David xxxx

God bless xx

Since the age of four, you have been a constant in my life — like a second mum, and an aunt all rolled into one. You never let us down, and you always kept the very best secrets. From the time I broke your favourite ornament and you never told me off, to the moments we shared laughter, stories, and a bond that words could never quite capture. Vanessa & me wearing your snake skin & butterfly shoes with your makeup smeared all over our faces, as you dad and Lyn B rolling out of black cabs.

We shared something deeper too. My birthday fell on the date you lost your beloved mum — and somehow from that, a bond between us grew. We’d talk about spiders and laugh, and it became our own special thing, one of those webs that tied us together for life. You still made me feel special on a sad day of remembrance for you.

I remember days out in London when you’d dress me and Vanessa in matching clothes sometimes rah-rah skirts, with Bridie the hairdresser curling our hair so we could go to football club do’s. Horse riding adventures, sneaky cheats with my dad’s barrel, and your booming laughter with him at four in the morning — so loud I would come downstairs to tell you both off.

There were trips to America and France, your girls’ weeks with Wendy, and the sound of you both laughing that always filled every room. I remember your silky short nightdresses, your feather slippers putting bins out , my dad shouting profanities! Your parties that were the best in every way. You always welcomed everyone into your home, told things straight, and somehow always knew how to make me feel special. I’ll never forget when you told me, with a squeeze of my hand, that my Prince Charming would one day come — and that he would be the best of them all. That squeeze of your hand, the look in your eye — it was enough for me to know you were always there; and there for me, Sarah and my dad you were.

So many funny stories, too many to ever count. Auntie Glad, Nanny Joan, the poodles at the caravan, the chaos, the laughter — all of it, stitched together like the best comedy show, only it was real life with you. And of course, you smoking like a trooper, vodka in hand, rolling your eyes with long pauses in speech. Telling it exactly how it was, with little tweaks to entertain.

Dinner parties in your Beckton flat, giggling and laughing into the early hours. Getting grandad billy drunk one Christmas morning, him setting light to the kitchen table cloth, to sharing turkey when ours fell fail- I never quite managed to stay awake as long as you, Vanessa, Sarah or Ange during your all-nighters watching the Oscars. I’ll never forget St George’s days, or your lesson that nothing should ever be second-class — always standards. And I’ll never forget the way you laughed without caring what anyone thought, the way you loved us so deeply, and how precious that love always was. From Millwall to Walworth Road - to one for the road.

Auntie Lin, you leave behind not just memories, but a way of living — with laughter, with love, with honesty, and with open arms for everyone. Your stories, your spirit, and your joy live on in all of us.
That was you, Lin — strong, straight-talking, and full of life.

I want you to know how much I loved you too. Always. I can only imagine the party in heaven … “Our Katie” xxx