Obituary for Mum / Nan
Our mum was born on 19th September 1938 to Norman and Edith Weeks. She often spoke fondly of her childhood in Coopers Road, Northfleet, and how Grandad would have to get rid of the mice in the house. One of ones favourite little creatures.
As a young girl of 4 years old , Mum had to spend a long time at Great Ormond Street Hospital on her own. Her mum would visit by train whenever she could, even though it was during wartime. Thankfully, and luckily for all our family, Mum recovered and was able to come home.
After leaving school, Mum went to art college in Maidstone. The family later moved from Coopers Road to Hillary Avenue.
In her early twenties, Mum moved to Borstal and lived in the Manor House, a place she always spoke of with great affection.
Mum met and married our dad, Michael, in Gravesend. After some time, our family began to grow:
• Martin was born in the Manor House,
• Jill was born in the flats in Cordelia Crescent, and
• David was born in Trevale Road.
Growing up in Trevale Road gave us the best childhood we could have asked for. We have so many memories of Mum in the garden, gathering all the children together and making us a tent that fitted perfectly over the picket fence. Feeding all Trevale Road
We later moved to Grosvenor Avenue, Chatham. Our dad sadly passed away far too young, at just 47. In time, Mum found love and companionship again with dear Pip (uncle Philip/ Philip).
Mum’s final home was in Mansel Drive, Borstal, built on the Old Manor House site she had cherished in her younger years. She certainly had her own style—we can still picture her in the garden in her hot pants and bikini top, always saying the sun helped her bones. Mum loved her animals and her garden dearly.
Mum /nanny and me spent the last to Christmas with dan and Sam . And previously mum and me .
After a long battle with dementia and Cancer uncle philip Pip also passed away in 2021.
For me personally, Mum was always there for my children and for me. In her later years, we grew very close and did everything together. If I ever went anywhere, Dan and Sam always made sure Mum was okay. She knew exactly how to work me—she’d ring and say, “I don’t like to ask, but…” usually wanting cigarettes or her diazepam. It always made me smile, because she knew I’d do anything she asked.
We tried so hard to keep Mum at home and independent, and she managed that right up until early this year. Mum was a fighter, but mum grew tired. She has left a huge space in all our lives, but we know she is now in a far better and more peaceful place x
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