Linda Johnson (31 May 1949 - 28 Aug 2025)

In loving memory of Linda Johnson who sadly passed away on 28th August 2025.

The Funeral will be held at Taunton Crematorium on Tuesday 30th September at 12:00pm.

Chris wrote;
Today we lost this very special lady. Mother, grandmother, auntie, sister, and not forgetting all the Foster Children she was mum to for a while.
After a short battle with abdominal problems and a battle with dementia she passed in her sleep. To which we would like to thank all the lovely staff at the Manor Nursing and Care Home for the care and respect they gave mum.
You will be missed by all who new you.
Love you mum.

Darren wrote:
“Wow… I can’t believe it’s actually time for us to say goodbye. I’ve been trying to find the perfect words, but the truth is, nothing really sums it up.
What I do know is that you’re leaving us all with hearts full of gratitude — for the moments we’ve shared. Elvis nights, holidays, the silly banter and jokes, the memories we’ll always carry… and, of course, the million times you told me to ‘#%^* off.’
Saying goodbye feels bittersweet. But I don’t see this as an ending — more like the beginning of a new chapter for all of us, your way of saying, "go on, I've got you this far!"
Life’s funny that way: we don’t always know where the plot is headed, but we do know who the best characters are. And we were the lucky ones to have had you in our story.
Keep laughing that laugh that hit us deep, finding humor in nothing — and often inappropriately! Like the time you called a poor chap a cripple for walking with sticks… while you were sat in your wheelchair with a hot chocolate. You always did things your way — with the stubbornness of a mule on a mission. You demanded respect with a kind heart, and you loved deeply and unconditionally. Even when it was hard, you gave. Even when it hurt, you gave. But always, only in your own way.
I’ll miss you.
We all have no idea of how we’ll feel in moments like this, but when it comes, nothing prepares us. We knew you in so many roles: Nan, Nana, Grandma, Great Grandma, Lynn, Linda, Sister, Aunty, Wife — and most of all, Mum. You were ‘Mum’ to everyone: your family, your friends, and so many foster children. I still wonder if that old chap lets kids ride on the back of his wheelchair… I’m pretty sure it was only me.
Home was always wherever you were — as long as we didn’t mind making 20 cups of tea while hunting for your stash of fags. You were never the most inventive hider, by the way.
Life was never easy, but you pushed on through andbdidnt fall into the cracks. You always made sure our lives were full and our plates — just look at us! Poor Trev had to resort to pickleball. You encouraged us to ‘eat healthy’ with your Monday chips, Tuesday lasagne, Friday mixed grill, and a cheeky Chinese — always sweet and sour with rice.
The truth is, words can’t capture the impact you had. You touched so many lives, in ways big and small. You taught us perseverance, you showed us what it means to give despite the pain you carried, and you left us better for having loved you.
Thank you, Mum. For everything.”
Love Doodlebug